HATEFUL BEING My eyes are bleeding from need The sleepless nights my thoughts live to feed All dark desire repressed through the day In darkness, inhibitions melting away Of all desires I contemplate Making me intimate with my fate Calling me deep inside Asking how long I'll hide From the desires I crave The insanity of repression Just leads me deeper into obsession Taste death upon the lips From which all nothing slips To snip the wings of convention I am a hateful being I can never live as I'm meant to be And then you want to take some more away from me CHILDREN WITH TOYS I am the angel I am the whore I am the ministry of thoughts impure I am the heat inside I am the cold I am the human, paradox unfold We walk on... I can be the most generous man you owe I can be the most selfish man you know I can take the make Make the break Then break a fake Leave them back in the fade out Next scene, treat my girl like a queen Sweets to the sweets with an arsenic leash When our only self-worth is found in another Gather close to the flame long enough to watch it smother So many things done out of obligation So many words said out of desperation All the little things in great complication Promises during mutual masturbation So weak, yet so strong at the same time I take what I want don’t take what’s mine Top technology to download porn And people never meet people anymore I just sit and chat, eat junk and get fat I can be anywhere but the place I’m at And we talk about being real I cannot seem to feel The way you plan on doing that I feel so far away from me, lost inside of me GARDEN OF EDEN Little Bo Peep has lost all of her sheep And the one’s she has left are now thoroughly wasted Little Boy Blue sells his body on the corner For the holes in his veins And the bills that need paid Everybody wants a little piece of the crime And they do the time In their own little nursery rhyme Designed in the latest fashion Prime time See the hook See the line This life ain’t living if you’re already dead This life ain’t living if you’re dead in the head And welcome to the greatest show on Earth Hear the sideshow echo laughter Feel the pull-string of your Master I’m not a goddamn puppet! Every step you make Might be a mistake A chance you take Make it yours! Every line you cross Might be a loss You just might hit the vein Then think of what you have to gain! Little Bo Peep has lost all of her sheep And the one’s she owns are now permanently stoned Seeds are sown, and now plants are grown And I chills the bone Not a thought do they own You fill them with your garbage, fake Your bullshit not a rose does make Just remember when you’re sowing seeds That the garden you grow may be nothing but weeds Here’s your Garden of Eden Downtown Quick fix on the make You take the bait Now it’s too late! DUST As the angels touched the sky And the heavens turned to black And the stars we lay at looking We worry are looking back As science destroyed the many And logic killed the one All promises are broken Alone, I stand, your son Now you have turned against me As I learn for myself You bought my education Yet, criticize what they sell Now all the institutions And things I used to trust As unimportant as the dust UNFINISHED I’m blind out of control When will it stop? I’m tired of every role It never stops I’m swimming in the shit I helped create I’m coming up for air Is it too late? I never hold a thought I cannot speak I’m reaching for a wall The body weak Anger is tearing me I fall apart Wishing I quit before I had a start What can I see? I’m seeing nothing What should there be? I’m sick of hoping, and I... I’m sick of praying, and I... I’m sick of dreaming, and I... Feel unfinished I’m sick of wanting, and I... I’m sick of needing, and I... I’m sick of bleeding, and I... Feel unfinished I’m sick of breathing, and I... I’m sick of eating, and I... I’m sick of sleeping, and I... Feel unfinished I’m sick of loving, and I... I’m sick of fucking, and I... I’m sick of living, and I... Feel unfinished I’m fucking tired of all the bullshit Make it go away I threw my heart into the thick of it Make it go away I gave my soul, I’m forced to forfeit Make it go away I can’t connect, I never seem to fit Make it go away
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