Davey W. Sifferd III

Swindlers

Create illusions of defense, honor or fame.
Dont think I dont notice, adverstised easy gains.
You’re trying to trap us, and it works everyday.

Dont think I dont notice that we’re both just men.
That what you do I can, and there’s no written end.
Dont think I dont know this, that we have a chance,
But if you knew that I did we wouldnt last.

Cain

This gut feeling reminds me of a day it was easier said than done, that way it seems to remain yet these days I’m finding it hard to talk at all.
You see I’m oh so nervous, and what occasion could shake me I’m rock solid.
It’s the reminding chorus to escape where I’ve began not become what I was made from.

Am I my brother’s keeper? He said to the lord.
That’s when we saw with god, man struck a chord.
Forget life, survival, take up the sword.
It’s truth of the ages, passed down in spoken word.
It’s a secret power possessed by greed in this world.
It’s the harlot in this little girl.

The dot on my head connects me with time.
It’s easy when you finally open your eyes.
Just to realize everything never ends.
It’s all just matter and gets used over and over and over again.
Oh tell your kids and tell a friend.
We’ll be ok when this life ends.

Adam

There’s this guy I know, he lives in a mirror.
His world isnt like yours, mine or ours.
He lives in his head and can work there for hours.
He’s like all of us a cognative collection of cosmic dust.
He only will trust that this life is a miracle.
Nothing short of Godly.
We were made in god’s image, now we can do all that god was supposed to.
Rain fire onto citys whom dont obide by our law.
With 50 angel with 13 trumpets playing the destruction of the god concept.
Man created god, then god became man.
We can cause great floods and part a river with a damn.
We haved plauged many a land, man animal and plant alike.
We have created, designed and controled life.
We have peered into the past, and acurately predicted the future.
God is technology.
My god aint technology.
I am the god who created the technology.

McPhriendson.

(I stumbled across this anthem of friendship and decided to post it; the name was undecided so I ruled that McPhriendson is most appropriate)

You ask if we’re together, Brother you must see;
We’re sure not leaving each other if that’s what you mean.

The days have left me nameless in the mirror I am faceless;
But it makes me to feel more shameless, Helps me to confess what I thinks in my best interest.
I’ve lived through countless life tests, doesn’t mean they’re all past. Yet they help me through the rest
- of my experiences I’m stalking.
It’s a lonely road for walking when there’s no one for talking,
and sometimes it’s fucking hell in every sense of the word.
It’s hard for my mind to be cool in the midst of being  burned.
I put this all out prepared for fallout now everything’s turned. 
Everything that makes me who I am I’m sure I’ve earned.
When I leave this world I wish to have helped it learn that life is more than what we see,
because there’s much more life here than the humanity.

I love it now and the one that’s helping;  my partner in human being-
You ask if we’re together, Brother you must see;
We’re sure not leaving each other if that’s what you mean.
It seems now I’m just what he’s just what I need.
Foundation grows sturdy, just water the seed.
The friend I first  think of when I truly feel like me.
Your trust is salvation from ever feeling lonely.
We’re stuck on sensations that could just leave us be.
frustrations, addictions we’ll fix them and then some.
It makes my day lighter when I can sit with a friend.
a person to count on having  till the world does us in.

You ask if we’re together, Brother you must see;
We’re sure as not leaving each other if that’s what you mean.

Visual Disturbance.

Visual Disturbance.

Disturbances, in this storm again.

Your ears are they ringing.

The spirit of the berserkers singing.

The mirror on the wall, where you’re soul is 10 feet tall.

Spiders, Spiders, Spiders on the wall.

Everybody, everybody ten feet tall.

If you can’t walk the talk,

why don’t you try first to crawl.

Like the arachnids on the wall,

Everybody, everybody ten feet tall.

Control “C” to Control “P”

Control me, control my being.

From Control C to Control P.

These kids just copy paste everything.



I’ve got something here America, it’s hidden up my sleeve.

Please Believe It is yet to reveal itself to me.

But when it does, and when it does-

It will justify everything.



Give me your money, I’ll give you drugs-

Give me your money, for taking these drugs.

Fuck the Police, shoot one for the cause.

I’d feel much better, but I take all these god damn drugs.



Resolution, where you reach that other room.

Constitution in your change of perception advancing towards an imminent doom.

The Grate-Full (of) Dead

IF it hurts kiss it better, if you miss her write a letter.
If you want her go and get her. Just get us through this winter-

Just to get through, get through winter.
And it seems the does splinter from the colors she brings with her.
When I meet her, when I meet him.
In eugene, lansing, pennsicola or boston
I’ll just sit and talk with them and know I dont need anything is the world,
except this guy, or girl.

Im not trying to change your mind.
I’m just trying to, i’m trying to find where is my mind.
When you sang that song with another.
It used to be ours, oh dont you remember?
I’ll stop thinking about you some time in december.

IF it hurts kiss it better, if you miss her write a letter.
If you want her go and get her. Just get us through this winter-

Here's Your Letter

Oh my soul, when we play those songs-
The ones we all know, the sing alongs-
About our captors and debtors, addictions and glory and freinds and our familys.
Oh one day, we will be free.
Openly smoke on our trees in anarchy.
Before we can sing, we’ll have to march.
And display a peace these facists cant touch.

I am this earth and I love it too much,
we’ll just live together in the woods, away from man’s touch.
I’ve only got one life, I’m depressed to much.
Let’s disgard this skin that this world has touched.
Am I dying inside? Or am I thinking too much?


Oh my soul! When we sing those songs!
The ones we all know! The Sing alongs!
And oh my soul will be reobsorbed,
on the day I die on this earth.
Oh my friend, we’ll play one day-
in the streets with our children in a completely new way.
Oh my love, these flaura and fauna,
You fuel my mind and I call you father.
All this inanimate matter, we’re all cognative collections of cosmic dust-
and life’s too fuckig short to be down this much.
Am I dying inside? Oh I think I’m just thinking too much.