I, sun of midnight, am far from perfect/
My enlightenment is enhanced by darkness/
Pitchblack is dead calm, my heartbeat slows down/
To a halt; icecold blood, sweat and tears build up/
Until they spill out like frozen wolverine claws/
Berserker rage in my bones - hyperventilation/
Stab you in the brain until the penny drops in the fountain/
The evidence is melting; let it all soak in/
I'm holding it together with string, tape and staples/
Tales from the crypt? Tick! Keep it surreal, kid/
Download my soul one piece at a time/
Everyone's a critic these days - nonconstructive/
I'll never sellout; you don't have what I want, man/
Slave of Allaah, spewing venom on your preciouses/
Children need leashes, women need lashes/
Eyes see nothing, because minds are distracted/
Blinded by life, and bloodlust of the desert/
Revampirate; the vultures feast on the elephant/
In my room like a son of a beach, boy/
Girls just want to have funds, but I'm mental/
Religious psychobabbletronic mindspray projectiles./

I'm sick & tired of demons/
They never sleep/
I wish I could just **** 'em all/
And turn it off forever/

Story of my life/
Armed, in a tourniquet/
Itch in my veins/
Whispers in my ears/

And if I do it now/
I'll regret it in five minutes/
And if I don't?/
Well, I'll probably do it later.../

Satan makes me do it/
No, he doesn't/
Satan makes suggestions/
And I oblige/
No, He doesn't/
Satan makes suggestions/
And I oblige./

FRYING PAN TO FIREWOOD/
CABIN FEVER PITCHFORK/
FRYING PAN TO FIREWOOD/
CABIN FEVER PITCHFORK/

Relative suffocation/
Domestic facehuggers/
Offchest outburster/
Alienating others/

It's all coming to ahead/
Confidential stomach/
Keep stomping on eggshells/
His only basket broke/

FRYING PAN TO FIREWOOD/
CABIN FEVER PITCHFORK/

My break is when I sleep/
But even then, it's broken/
Yesterday was like/
No today... scatterbrain/

I didn't make my bed/
My wife made it for me/
Allaah made my wife/
Kids, don't talk to goats/

FRYING PAN TO FIREWOOD/
CABIN FEVER PITCHFORK/
FRYING PAN TO FIREWOOD/
CABIN FEVER PITCHFORK/
FRYING PAN TO FIREWOOD/
CABIN FEVER PITCHFORK/
FRYING PAN TO FIREWOOD/
CABIN FEVER PITCHFORK./

WARNING!/
Probable triggers of your possible pasts/
Apparently normal part, emotional part - the haunted self/
Polyfragmented Dissociative Identities/
Complex Post-Traumatic Stress, Borderline Personalities/
Disordered; the New World Order out of chaos/
Porcelain face of forty thousand yard stare back in shattered reflection/
Scab on the entrance door deadbolt? Pick it; Operation PAPERCLIP/
MK-ULTRA isn't a new Mortal Kombat project.../

MK-OFTEN repeated/
MK-OFTEN repeated/
Then history repeated itself upon the altar/
& misery loves company, creating alters/
STOP!/
Death to fake gods!/

Black magick occultist witchcraft pagan idol worship/
Vile serpent in the grass on the left-hand path of falsehood/
Western esotericism, eastern mysticism, philosophy/
Satanic black mass rituals spawning alter-fragment offspring/
Cult following the offerings of sacrificial lambs/
Ripping off the wings of monarch butterflies to break the sheep/
Sacred temple of the mind desecrated by the alien/
Invading personal space you couldn't pay to get in.../

THEY LIVE/
WE SLEEP/
They give; we keep.../
Going through the motions, not wanting to know reality/
Physical, mental, emotional, spiritual/
ABUSE/
Don't illuminate me/

Masons aren't free/
The Central Intelligence Agencies/
Plant disinformation to make it seem/
Like it's all some crazy conspiracy/
In theory./

In New Zealand, feeling like life's a beach/
I don't like the beach, or *** on the beach/
Or *** on my mind, with no peace of mind/
So I hate the beach, I've made up my mind.../

But my Mum likes beach, & my Dad likes beach/
Everyone in my family all like beach/
But I don't like beach, like a son of a beach/
And I hope my kids don't like the punk beach!!!!!/

The more you accept, the less you regret/
Let go to find that your hands are already empty/
Why drag your baggage all across the desert?/
I never was a big fan of sand to begin with/
The more you accept, the less you regret/
Let go to find that your hands are already empty/
Why drag your baggage all across the desert?/
I never was a big fan of sand to begin with./

"If you want a picture of the future/
Imagine a boot stamping on a human face, forever..."/

theyll shoot me i dont care/
theyll shoot me in the back of the neck/
i dont care down with big brother/
they always shoot you in the back of the neck/
i dont care down with big brother/
dont hug me im scared/

Two years old, held/
By the Ministry of Love/
Against his will; FREEDOM IS/
SLAVERY drilled into his skull; WAR IS/
PEACE - yeah, tell that to his scars; IGNORANCE IS/
STRENGTH? You couldn't feed that to the proles! BIG BROTHER IS/
WATCHING YOU ******* in your cell again, twisting his black moustachio/
The Man is not a man, but a figment: an imaginary friend to Party animals/
Enemy of the State; workeatsleep, but don't you dare wake up/
Eyes wide shut: life is blackwhite bootface crimestop/
Telescreen watchmen twentyfour/se7en for/
Signs of broken down mindcon-ditioning/
We all non-live in a Miniluv pyramid/
Scheming our escapes: daydreamin'/
Of meeting in the place where there ain't no darkness/
Sitting, weeping in the harsh white light.../

Crying hysterically/
A bundle of bones in filthy underclothes/
Grey all over with an ancient, ingrained dirt/
These starving brutes will shootout of the cage like bullets/
They can get inside you; leap on your face, & bore straight into it/
But who cares? Down with Big Brother! They'll shoot you eitherway/
Even if you betrayed the whole universe, including Julia/
The worst thing in the world is in Room one-oh-one, but/
What happens when they finally pull the trigger?!!/

BANG!/

Forget the spirit of man; I believe in God/
True Power isn't merely mentaltorture or physicalforce/
You can't make me perfect - two plus two makes four/
Thoughtcrime on my mind, & it can't be controlled/

Thirtythree years old, held/
By the Ministry of Love against his will/
Brain still not washed enough to blow out of his skull/
Stuck in purgatory, rodents gnawing at his soul... just waiting for the Day./

I can't sleep/
Thinking too much/
Bell ringing outside the window/
And something's wrong with my stomach.../

Distant voices mumbling incoherently in discord/
A broken record gradually amplified to distortion/
Abort mission failure: mental patience stillborn/
The red pill can't be cancelled by the reborn; sorry/
Johnny's in the corner again, near the toilet/
And I'm not talking to myself, you're just not special/
Red Bull in a china shop; Lucifer in the sky with kaleidoscope/
Eyes on me while I try to close my.../
Vicious cycle; vivid psychedelic psychological spiral/
Habitual line-stepper, part-time pathological liar/
Aspiring sociopath with a mask for the outsiders/
A walking contradiction if the shoe fits/
The truth is confusing when you're tuning in & out of reality/
Imbalanced; my chemical romance is in tatters/
Distracted by the static and theatrical behaviour/
If you give me a Pepsi, I'll let you evaluate me psychiatrically/
I claim I want to change, but I'm just babbling/
It's too hard; I always give up, or give in to the whispers/
They win again! I wanna pull the pin, and end it all/
I'm a radiohead, with no metal in my skull... yet/
My idle threats are just cries for attention/
If I paid more than seeking it, then maybe I could get some/
Introspective only after episodes/
Life's a drama TV show about a lonely bipolar girl/
Mind remote control has vertigo and stubborn buttons/
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the cutting edge of self-destruction/
My lousy husband even wrote a ****** poem about it/
All I have to say is that it takes one to know one, Hunny/
Either way, I'm awake - I can't sleep/
Thinking too much; I think something's wrong with me.../

You're just not special/
You're just not special/
I can't sleep/
Thinking too much/
Bell ringing outside the window/
And something's wrong with my stomach/
Distant voices mumbling incoherently in discord/
A broken record gradually amplified to distortion/
Abort mission failure: mental patience stillborn/
The red pill can't be cancelled by the reborn; sorry/
Johnny's in the corner again, near the toilet/
And I'm not talking to myself, you're just not special./