I'm like the steaming pot
At the crack of dawn
Temper at one hundred degrees
The blood starts to clot
Boiling inside, caught in the chain
Today I think I'll take a brick and throw it onto the highway
I'm the fuming living funeral
Another angry statistic
A destructive roman numeral
I'll get in my car, slam the gear in reverse
Onto the wrong side of the highway
Sent to you in the hearse
I'm inside your house
Waiting for you, to beat your knees in with a tire iron
Break in and enter, my vision scorned
Aching for bliss, demolition adorned
The no land man
Where there are no seas or sands
Happiness just a figment
My lead inside of your ligament
I am the headache from inhaling exhaust fumes
Heated like a radiator
Agitation in bloom
No ethics to speak of, nowhere to belong
Gunshots and collisions sing my favorite songs
Like the taste of adhesive stuck inside your mouth
A delicate situation for your blood pouring south
I'm a living, breathing, landmine
Ready to explode at will
I'll ruin your life for the sake of the thrill
I am the engine of hate
Like a power drill through the palm of your hand
It's never enough to satiate
No land man
Aggression and tension, the only plan
Look at me in the eyes, I'm trying to be earnest
Hear me when I say your disdain fuels my furnace
I never want to leave
With my finger on the trigger, I'm right where I'm supposed to be
Gazing straight into the sun
Will you mourn a hollow shell?
A funeral for no one
You will never see me again
There is no land for me
An anger without end
Berate me, sedate me
My head goes through the windshield
Deflate me, agitate me
Crystallized - scattered vision field
This no land man has never found more peace
Slow-motion glass raking through my hair
All of you people come stop and stare
A journey filled with shit and praise
I am the no land man
No land man
No land