I'm always good, I have to be
People don't care,
Otherwise

But whatever, the corneal pain will speak on behalf
I know life's a *****, but there's always help
The best remedy comes from Maryland
And it's a big, tall glass of beer
Yet I settle for wet potato skins on my eyelids
Because drinking brings out the monster in me
That's when people care

But yeah, I've woken up with sand in my eyes
There's always a first, and you're new so you'll be next
I'll be running at you with a blowtorch
Just waiting to make contact

Like something of an animal,
There's hunger, there's thirst
It's within all of us
But a deeper, darker thing boils in our midst
It's what we fear, it's what makes us of not an animal
But a spirit with pale flesh and weary eyes

It's Our end that fuels the creatures, the monsters, the madness

They slide on their bellies
They shoot acid from their mouths
They carve our heads like pumpkins
They drink pure blood from the good

It's their deepest, darkest thirst that must be quenched
There is now only evil, and
Our survival

I feel my fly getting heavy
And I see my left wing is getting weak
The thought police are mailing out words
That don't seem to speak

With tongue and cheek,
The western dawn of the beating sun
Makes me think of the next beginning
Anew, but this dawn I'll hide or run

Cancer resembles my invalid comrades
The answer is the word of the thought police
And so, another day I am told what to say
But I will still be put down for my legislative blankness;
A blanket of warmth; the success of my true human self

And that is why I have beaten all of you

I am impure and illogical, with both of my wings suspended
They will never be mended, and so I will be remembered
As a ***** speck in the cosmic disaster

You haunt those who don't let you win
You play with heads and make them spin
You better watch yourself you lousy *****

Because we're coming for you

Make sure you gain all the attention you can before you lose
Cause we'll drive a stake through your heartless body
And spit on your face with the tears you fabricate

We're through with you

I had let myself go and you spun me around
But I really do know who you are and what you are
T'is the ***** trickster who is ugly inside and out
Takes control with eye-bats and baby pouts

But not me because can I clearly see
Thanks to my guardian angel
Who I should never have taken for granted
And so the trickster evades back to her darkness

May we never cross paths again
May you waste in your scabie-syphillic ruins