nothings changed
the senates still corrupt
and the emporer remains insane
and everyday
is a new strain of slaughter
supply lines are less protected
evil on all sides
I can smell the death on your flesh
-- creeping in
trapped within the twisting fingers of fear
and all i see is you
and all i see is you
that face
those eyes
burning like leprosy
i can see u there
poisoning the air
prostituting Nationalism
and i want to attack
to rip out your heart and lay your flat on your back
and vomit a world of agony and truth
into your throbbing illness of memory
... and hate guides our way
... and hate guides our way
I long for the icy slap of a belt across my back
for the acceptance of death and blind cave war
the giving sleep of depression
the sweet elucidation of savage, meaningless aggression
chiseled in the meaty forearms of Mother Jupiter and his slave disciples
in the harem tents - outside
just beyond the edges - i ride
a cycloptic mirror in the fires of imagination
feeding my disease
a river of plagues
I need something to remind me I am still sinning
that pain in important
that words matter
that healing in possible
that eye am not alone ... in this
- guard the houses
- triple the watch
- maidens, dig up your sorcery
- sirens, sharpen your rocks
... you will eat my pain again
whatever you need
whatever you need
whatever you need
unite messiah MEJust read an article on clogging arteries
Renewed subscription to my health food magazine
Don't wanna die young, paranoid about the future
I'm only 19 and I'm a health food connoisseur
Right now I'm sitting in a room
I could be lying in a box if I don't eat right
Some people tell me what is good and bad for me
I don't trust anyone but health food magazine
Mom makes me food that sucks and I refuse to eat
Lock myself in my room, lose thirty pounds a week
Stay locked in your room all day, Your warped imagination
Stacks of books are piled high, with useless information
Let your anxiety tell you what is good and bad for you
Let paranoia tell you what to do
You always say that it's a hazard to your health
Why don't you put your fucking fear back on the shelf
Because the only hazard I see, the only hazard I see
The only hazard I see is yourself
Signed a petition to get smokers out of here
I got the figures on second hand smoke death rate every year
Can't go outside my room, you know I just can't leave
I'm too afraid that I will get some weird disease
My doctor tells me I'm a hypochondriac
He claims he can help me, but he'd stab me in the back
Been all around my room, There's nothing good to eat
Health magazine with ketchup is my new delicacy