I'm driving, hands on the yoke
I bought it by acting like One
But I dread every Monday
My eyes shoot missiles to the moon
Every night on Sunday
It's ok, let the bombs go off
Erase some of my misinformation
We're all in handcuffs anyway
But who's got the crooked stick
I'm flying, hands on the yoke
I was taught it by acting like One
But I dread every knock-knock joke
My co-pilot tells me as he eats
Blood oranges
It's ok, let the bombs go off
Erase some of my misinformation
We're all in handcuffs anyway
But who keeps beating me with wood
The death sales, the dead don't sell
How did it start, when did it sail
An all the ELFs have taken
The death ray off the shelf
So all our cells can scurry

Church bells ring as a train chugs along
I can't hear planes much
But every time I look up
I see one
And the birds stick to trees
Or a brief wispy breeze
The only ones higher are too busy
Looking down, circling
And all the clutter and clatter
Makes me want to batter some heads in
These objects look foreign, forged from a rolling pin
And they're just pretty guts and grey matter
I don't have the money to become an astronaut
So how can I know for sure that space exists
And if the final frontier is the mind
How far have we to go
After all I can tie my shoes with one or two bows
An every holy man seems to have
A wall street connection
And when Jesus says ****
You know he means business
And my tax dollars just went off
And killed a little kid
If the world ended
When we all stopped dancing
That must mean we're zombies
Especially the prom queen

We're all armed & dangerous
In this land
Cause one arm holds the power
As the other goes numb
And part of you disappears
While someone whispers that you're winning
But what you've won seems nothing
Compared to the fresh peaches and plums
You picked as a child

My beloved sold me out with a kiss
The camel passed through the needle
Iscariot in his chariot, and me in a box
He keeps spare containers of light
For when he roams with dinosaurs
In crypts lacking oxygen
His roots go deep
And I'm the monkey chained in his tree
Trying to reach down and pull them out
The devil resides in the cleanest box
Keeping tabs on us
My beloved sold me out with a kiss
The camel passed through the needle

Manifest your destiny
Make a wish, I'll take your memory
There is no law, I'm just your genie
Planting twisted seeds, to your head from my beak
I gave you mirrors, you made the ripples
I gave you pillows, you shunned the simple
And if you rip the feathers out, and shed your skin like I did
I'd bet you seven rainbows, I'd still get in your head
If you want me, you know where to find me
Crowing by the weathervane, or oozing down the chimney
Old man tree, here's a cigar for your tragedy
If you need me, I'll be in the clear, busy counting
Six for a second, *** for a minute
Six for a minute, *** for an hour
Six for an hour, *** for the weekend
Twenty-four carat-gold stars
My original idea
Became your original sin
Became your aboriginal idea
I laugh at the mess you're in

The aliens are already here
The aliens- hip, square and clean
The runaways, they've disappeared
Down pipes and drains and holes of
Sewage garden, gangs and green

There's a silent anarchy stirring in the heights
From it flows a saturnalian wine
For this free country
Can't stop drinking
Stretching its mouth to indulge in extravagance
It must be everyday, it must be more-
Take it all
Create a proxy war
And as the black *** sits and waits,
The kettle cries wolf

I pledge allegiance to the grandest of institutions
Where the last, best hope on Earth is hidden underground
Where only married fools are allowed to divide and conquer
And make gracious dents of our lives

Keep marketing death
And selling hope
Chips in our heads and
Veins full of dope
Mental warfare
Gangster mentality

The revolutionaries you hired are losing
So you better add more fuel to their fire
Till you got newspaper gods and TV messiahs
And all the innocent ones are pariahs

Capitol I and little u
Here's a free copy of our corporate Bible
Don't read the fine print
You Dead Peasant
Cause we might just put a policy through
Our Mammon's still hungry
Mommy's little terror

Bed right and woo
Bilderberg *******
Underground railroad of hate and hypocrites
You sell prison Gods
And sunny asylums
A life full of plastic
To die wrapped in plastic-
No wonder the blues originated here

We would have settled for the Silver Age
Even if it was Iron in disguise
But you kept it out too long and let it rust
Telling us it's ok-
Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust

We believe in something
But it's been called by the wrong name
For thousands of years, we've been insane
(What's in a name?
Your fascist-military-papal gain)
Dropping bombs on the peers
You've pressured before
Going off to make new friends
***** diamond

Wish you a water burial when alive
So you simmer in your beloved element
Better be mindful of death
You'll never die
But beware when that elixir explodes in your face

All we want is a world where sinners sin sincerely
And the narcs are narcoleptics
And the dearest of the devil dare to see more clearly

Let's put the prisoners in a church
The congregants in a prison
The crazies in an art school
The students in a parachute-prism;
We'll send them off to all four corners
With crayons, canned goods and doves (for the mourners)
In hopes of one day seeing a world
Where expression is survival, the beggars twirl,
(And no one goes hungry with a palette of rainbows
On a day when only true praise is hurled.)

Art is made to forget we're slaves
To show the world's flaws
With a tinge of beauty
So it's bearable
How ****** up things are
How we need change
But the true lovers
Are not at the top
True lovers' passion lies in bottomless alleys
Seething baths of sweat
Relieving sins imposed by a lonely man
A ceremony of the streets- Not your false ritual

"You're all talk and no action-
Where are the answers?"
Well, sweet inquisitor
We just don't have the power
And those that do are pinball wizards-
Deaf, dumb and blind,
And friends of time
Why should they care
In their own little Edens
With fortresses of gold
And platinum eyelashes?

Aquafuck and Aquafina
*** and water
Rings called sacred
But profane down under

No Xenia, no refuge, no candle in the dark
Pyramid pointless
Your fascist brigade claims its people are fasting
Least you could do is use your paper wisely
Add impresario to your resume
And let us have our heyday

It isn't how it feels
But how it looks
We could've been healed,
But they burnt the books
Better get a gun
Technology won

They say war is over when you want it
So I'll sleep in bed all day
Throwing pennies in my dream-well
Letting my weak flag fly

And I wonder why Africa, Egypt, Eden's eating me
As the host to a ghost they pray so sweetly to
It all boils over in oil to who's royal
And what ever happened to loyalty?
(With no boundaries)

Powers that be
I need to put you out of my misery
So here's your shut-up money
Your gilded cage becomes
My blank page
Your sedition becomes
My intuition:
The last standing land mass- No woman, don't cry
Ain't that a gas?
Better take to the mountains and the trees
Before you say this too shall pass

We all bleed the same
Cultivated and wild
Fragile dust
Abandoned by a mercurial God
Waiting to be saved by a beaten sailor

It started as a shade of green and blue
And golden sands and cosmic plans
Transformed to the home of me and you
Where 100 shades of grey steam the sky
And colors fly to a place we'll never reside

Wonders of the world
Don't require human hands
A heart is all you need to plant seeds
And touch the sky
A mystery it was
And a mystery it'll be
Even if it's all dust
And matter and debris

Still, I wish I could pull a brick
And watch the whole thing crumble

They’re gonna **** you
Yeah, they’re gonna maim you
All cause they couldn’t tame you
Gauging your future
From a grudge of the past
You only know this
Cause it takes other people
To really put you in hell
Yeah, they don’t know the half of it
They only know the before-it
They don’t know the after-it
Yeah, they don’t know the half of it
But the last laugh is always a guess
Cause everybody dies
Even the vampires and the pines
Even the lies, eventually
Yeah, in the end
They’ll be choking on your blood
Regurgitate, throw up
Shove it back down
Again an again
As they stare at your smiling picture
Then they’ll know
Yeah, they’ll know
What it means to be you
Like Blake said
Just cause you smile
Don’t mean you’re not rotting inside
From the heartside-out

The banished cloud in outer space
Traveled at a rapid pace
But it was not its will to go
Where its master told it so
Still it went where there was nothing
Hovering above like future stuffing
Till it cried and cried for ages
Forming waters, each tear’s wages
Then the spirit of the cloud
Went into the liquid, proud
All its salty tears had made
Below the surface, many shapes
Going up, it cried some more
Then went back down to see the score
The shapes began to have symmetry
And soon our oceans came to be
Still the cloud was unimpressed
It missed the old home it knew best
It had its creatures build a floor
To catapult threw surface door
The impact was tremendous waves
Inching forwards with every spray
Soon the ocean floor was broken
Each wave with debris its token
Till a piece of solid land
Formed amid the ocean’s band
Now the waves had a place to rest
And the cloud began to build its nest
Each drop of water made seeds in the ground
Trees were made, an Earth made its first sound
The map of green grew, from small and from great
The grid of one color, on a blue spinning plate
But in spite of its creatures, the cloud felt alone
It realized the trees would make better homes
He taught all his followers how to rise up
To crawl on the land, an eventually stand up
Some, above others, excelled for the better
Till their scaly features became wombs of feathers
So the question remains, what will this cloud become?
Why was it banished, by whom and where from?
Are there a group of dragons, living in the fiery sun?
Was the cloud a mere disguise for this banished one?
Cause even a dragon has wings to fly
It’s surely not the same as just floating on by
So perhaps this shamed dragon, in its new form
Aimed to make its own world, out of its scorn
Instead of fire, it breathed in the air
After first making water its lair
Now it too had wings, but all the control
Anyone made here comes from its soul
Still, a surprise came before it could think-
Two perfect walking images- and It tricked them in a blink

Phone rings, only breathing
Landlord yelling, dog barking,
Mexican music, nosey neighbors
Long cigarette and goodbye girl
She’s absent and she’s catatonic
She’s boiling in unwanted fever
She hums as she irons unplugged
She hums as she cleans up the blood
She’s levitating against her will
She’s nailing the door shut with a candle
She’s rolling him up in a carpet
Yeah, your high horse and your sports
Are just heavy metaphors
For something a lot sweatier
****** Made Her Menstrual
You supplied the weapons

She’s a beauty queen
At nine years old
She sits on grandpa’s lap
But not in family photos
And she’s grown up porcelain
And her favorite stuffed animal
Has grown up too
With carrots, he makes quite a fine stew
There’s a crack here
And there’s a crack there
She thinks why oh why,
Must I have two strikes
She’s knitting her fingers
As her hands turn inside-out
All the food around her looks plastic
Kinda like she’s playing house
And she’s grown up delicate
And her favorite pastime
Has grown up too
With gasoline, it’ll vibrate and drive you
And all the leaky faucets
Don’t flush away the fire hoses
That pound her hard head as
She ***** her thumb and curls her toes
And she’s grown up a little off
And her pristine world
Has grown off too
With cracks, it paints the rocking chair blue
And the planes always fly on by
Breaking up any verbal exchange
As the nuns frolic in the fields
And the pigeons sing home on the range
There’s a crack here
And there’s a crack there
And there’re cracks everywhere
She’s decoration
And she feels so old
She sits on grandpa’s lap
But not in family photos

Adam and Steve
Adam and Steven
Adam an Eve
Adam an Even
Adam was odd
An Eve she was even
Then came the planet
With all the plants
It came before their plans
Or did it
Sweet honeysuckle
Down by the water
Sat catacorner
To a caterpillar
On a big mushroom
It had way more than five limbs
It looked strangely wizened
It told them to try it
Till boom bing bang
Wham bam shazam
Buildings and fast food and robots, oh my!
Soon little monkeys
Stopped crawling on knuckles
They invented baseballs
Chains and belt-buckles
And caterpillar
Lost all his wrinkles
Turned into soup
Came out with a wingspan
This is a tale of the
Cautiously clever
Does it make you nauseous
Or want to wear leather?

I'm an accident, they say
A few strands short of DNA
And while I humbly stumble
They buzz and hop and bumble
Right outside my dark window
They zap, evap, and kindle
Ideas seep through my pores, unspoiled
That's when they spray their engine oil
And I liken it to sharp stained glass
This haystack fervor of being trapped
But I'm no rose petal, no son, no saint
In a world that sees the colors for the paint
And there's a thin crack running through my back
But I can't break without some contact
Till then, I bend, deflect, retract
A monstrous truth in their house of facts

We're eating jellyfish
We're crashing oranges
We're bleeding evidence
We're smashing elements
We're erecting animals
We're subtracting syllables
We're electing cannibals
We're extracting visceral
We're worshipping magicians for a piece of the pie
We're recruiting musicians for a sound from on high
We're creating beauticians for a smack on the thigh
We're repeating contritions for an act un-divine
We're poking and prodding as we sing lullabies
We're rocking and rolling as she shifts to the side
We're planting and plowing as the baby lays quiet
We're twisting and shouting from the vat where we writhe
Rockabye baby, you've sure grown up fast
Let me embrace you, before I suffocate you
Rockabye baby, you've sure grown up fast
Let me cradle you, before I blast you away

If I knew exactly what went down
Do you think I'd be here safe and sound
No, I'd be somewhere inhaling dirt
With a system that no longer worked
Cause old friends and strangers both
Have thrown chunks at my head
Some pieces are filler
Some say I'm better off dead
An all their eyes have dollar signs
Like they've just drunk the kool-aid wine
And what else can I do but say
Take what you want, don't delay
But if you want blood off your hands
You must fill me in on me
The ravens and the ravenous
Perhaps they're waiting in the mist
They'll make it look like Shakespeare
And thank me for playing
But when to be or not to be is cut off
By the information source
Well, how much more ****** up
Can it get
It's the last person you'd expect
But someone's got feathers
And rabbits in a cage
And a fetish for leather
And a man told me once, with a smile
He killed a girl in his basement
He buried her in a plot of land
And he went crazy
And this girl told me once, with her eyes
She killed a fellow friend
Stuck poison in the needle
Made it look like an accident
And if I knew exactly what went down
Do you think I'd be here gagged and bound
And what else can I do but say
Take what you want, don't delay
But if you want blood off your hands
You must fill me in on me

Girl
Can't be anything but
A girl
*** an ESP
Girl
Sensitive is weak
Girl
Rescued becomes rescuer
Girl
Dance for yourself
Girl
Water burns too
Girl
Came from his rib
Girl
He came from you
Girl
Bodies in quicksand
Girl
Stabbed your origins
Girl
Cheered for your tears
Girl
I told you so
Girl
When you went off alone
Girl
Perfume and death
Girl
While your wearing a ring
Girl
See the imprint it leaves
Girl
As you chisel it off

Corona
Covered in vines
Just like the door
On this hut of death
So much fog here
I think I lost it
Try and find it
Hold your breath
Walking on stilts
In a sackcloth
I remember that
Big funhouse slide
The big fish beast
And the captain siren
They all seek advice
One eye on the oven
21st century hag
Must be worse off than
Drunk and jetlagged
Rag-doll, cheap tag
And the seven dwarfs
Have a ringleader
It gave moral faces
To forces of nature
Fulfill your future sins
Reading of gods and myths
Tell me what came first
The green or the jealousy
Corona, corona
Covered in vines
Just like the door
On this hut of death

Light keeps the darkness at bay
Darkness keeps the atoms in sway
Memories faked as much as faith
Raw neurons on a birthday cake
Wet leaves stuck to white car hoods
Look just like bullet-holes would
Sketch me, photos make broken shelves
Till leaping lamb of hope kills itself
Come together and taste some death
You'll be like Seth or burn like ****
Googly-eyed with brains all fried
Notes the secret satellite
Reality shifts under your feet
As your door breaks down, here comes the heat
Pink fish visions and scaly birds
Robots prophesize unsaid words
Indians paid with camera lenses
While the moon loses all her ******
Americans watching cartoon life
As their hands turn clay and rust is rife
Yeah, we all got our own dead twin
Tastes like cinnamon vitamins
You ******* dumb deadly lifeless fools
Reject anything until it's cool
Light keeps the atoms in sway
Darkness keeps the shadows at bay

I like the wasteland
Frees my brain's storage space
In great big nothing
You have so much room to create
Trees and grass and houses
If that's your thing
I rather make up my own world
Listen to the whales sing to me
Through cracks in asphalt
A bubble grows
Snakes do cartwheels
I drink lava through pantyhose
I have no box to fill
No tan lines on my wrist
Wading through the portal's lagoon
Blow my paper swan a kiss
Look upon the rolling ground
It looks like moldy carpet
I hop into my taxi cloud
Get off at Martian market
Place one ear to the ground
I hear my records' rumblin' sound
Contort my body till I'm rubber
Fling myself onto another
Great big nothing

Eccentric inclination
Chaos, my middle name
Gyrating UFOs
Planted in your brain
In your blood
There’s an end
Start planning your last supper
Remember the good sins
Glitch in the system
Worldlets of curls
Ringlets of worlds
Galactic slingshot
Cluster-**** of have-nots
Xylophone snow
Planet xoxo

Expect the worst
Every time you enter their world
Everyone’s but yours
Expect to die the death
You’ve died a thousand times or two
What’s one more?
Hey you’re still on our plane
That makes you arrogant
Hey our devices spoiled your flesh
How dare you relax
So in the meantime
Here’s an insult
Hope it cuts you up until
All of you’s cold
In the meantime
Here’s a present
Wrapped up in that tiny pocket
Old with dust
We wanna kick you, kiss you
But mostly **** you
Here’s a bone, run and fetch it
Here’s a ball, jump and catch it
We know our eyes don’t fool us
But we refuse to jog your memory
Here’s where it hurts
Singing along to your new hero
Yeah, he sold out to send you
A backwards message
Stay, for what
All you love is a crutch
To ease your endless
Hamlet dilemma

And she says
Nature is the devil’s church
As I feel the birch trees
Fall all around me
And this land
Seems to have an *******
From our birth
From our pain
And she blows her candles out
Like dandelions in acid rain
In Idaho fields
Her own private shield
In Idaho fields
And if all that flies falls
Who will be circling up top
Who will be swimming
Is there any plot of Earth
Free from grid-demise
Worth saving
Worth slaving over
On this black-top
Spinning asphalt
And she says
All the world’s a trap
The trees just create a map
For the pandemonium tax
And the breeze
You best think twice
Before you stare down
The one with medusa hair
In Idaho fields

You community
You society
You bloodthirsty fiends
Stay the **** away from me
It gets tiring
Trying to catch every
Measure of deceit
I don’t need your good deeds
So get the **** away from me
It’s one thing corrupting water
But fire’s another thing
Entirely
Cyber-bullies and mind-freaks
Stay the **** away from me
Rita’s not lovely
She’s giving you tickets everyday
And you don’t own a car
It’s like being
Drunk at the dentist
Sober in a corporate office
Dating a ventriloquist
But much more strange
Much more dangerous
You can’t have love without the lust
Better off with clouds
Busting at the seams

Go back to your violent grace
Your elegant waste
Your newspaper paste
Trained tweaker taste
It’s all good
It’s all legal after all
But the future is moving
Too slow at a rapid pace
When the rabid ones
Are not free to die
An every electrical device
Unmoving, ruins your life
Soon the candles won’t burn fire
And the night will tame all desire
Slave to light sockets
Which were paid for from your pocket
You’re walking on a street of waves
An even dead trees somehow misbehave
When on every corner, inside them all
There’s the dearest, faintest, little hum
Yeah, there’s always an end to this
But knowing them they’ll ruin it
Do a down periscope on your soul
Is there anywhere left to go
That’s not gridlocked or sold
Well, now I really know
The worst is yet to come

It fell away
Guess I did the same
A house of broken pipes
Somehow set aflame
Made what no one knows
Irregular and grey
As I slide into dark belts
They lean towards the day
Heavily scarred, cravenly armed
Substituted by snake charmer’s son
Such a lasting fever on
Ice, rocks and methane
Guess I got a freezer burn
Can’t come out and play
Death is going out of style
Its permanence a haze
By the never-setting moon
The craters wait and pray
Heavily scarred, cravenly armed
Sits the ice dwarf with a core of sun
New Horizons coming on
Like a wood-chip piano
Hope it finds something on me
Besides ivory, lamp or vine
Cause this double planet
Has got the third zone blues
Hanging lonely like a
Disco ball of golden hues
Heavily scarred, cravenly armed
Bound to leave this perfect circle, cloud and crumb

Underneath the face of a sad clown lies a little wicked small town
Just a speck on the map
You may just be passing through but soon the fever will catch up to you
Feel the ripple effect
Here you won't make a best friend, but a sister you never had
She'll guide you through the flowers and offer lots of laughs
But even at her most serene there's a sinister current underneath
A flexing of power
And soon you'll start looking towards the ground, where you'll start tripping too much to be coincidence
An as you look up the danger stops
She'll look right through you as if you were air and she'll say, 'Take my hand'
Soon she'll invite you to parties of mutual bodies, who happen to favor clumsy fools like you
But they'll treat you like a guest of honor, when really their accolades are insults with armor
They've nothing better to do but make up a coded language and test it on you
How did I get here?
How can I disappear?
But as you start to evaporate she'll throw you another inquiry
She's reading off your flaws with smiling jaws
Taunting you with mistruths
You look away hurt, and she seizes the moment to write the jab on a napkin
Something to share with the cronies for later
Ha-Ha, how cleverly subtle you are!
Friendship is makeshift here, my dear
The hippies don't play instruments anymore
The company she keeps would dispose of her in a second
But she's not worried, she has you as her bullet shield
The body-snatchers with mommy issues save face quite gracefully here
They all say they'd leave, but they burn a free ticket
A mafia with no honor
You'll have seen more life in comas than this town
Little coffins with hearsay mouths where hearts should be
Small town breeds fair-weather ghosts and cold abodes
But it sure is a great place to be if you're training on how to play dead

It’s a funnel cake November
Not quite an Indian summer
But somehow this sweet air could
Turn into a hailstorm
And the church bells ring
Right as darkness falls
Usually by now them bells are gone
Here comes the killing frost

It starts like this
Watch the ocean and sky kiss
Building a ship of feathers
A place for sunburnt, stranded sailors
A tray for stillwater dreams
We crave a spell, a fix, a score
A contagion or a cure
Wearing shades till the candlelight begins its rhyme
Never get caught in nursery time
Never make contact of eyes
We tell ourselves it's Bethlehem
Inhaling glass
Playing house
Psychological profiles of planets
Silence amuses and upsets
Lay on your backs, arms out-stretched
Watch other heartbeats teach flying lessons
Hallucinate in sunspots
See the clouds as they dot out your fate in negative space
An extinct hue of eyes amidst a shade of blue
Stick your head out the firmament
Past the clouds
Breathe in the stars
Dome of the world
Never as menacing as these white fences
The moon and her ******
All our defenses against a scorching sun
Skyscrapers pierce but our fingers an eyes remain the best tools to drill small holes
To see what we want to see
Squinting in belief or disbelief
Hot cities and cold deserts
Hot coals and dust bowls
Anchored ghosts
A strange, soothing spark
A defeated arc
Acorn fell upon my head
Mother earth waits with bated breath and open jaws
Beware mass hysteria in a closed world
Fear-mongers striking dumb first
War efforts
Sounding alarms
Black swans
Sick doctors
Confetti leaves
Glittering sheets of ice
Thrones of sapphire
Where is all that truly radiates
Invisible lighthouses of hearts
Pitching tens for spiritual camps
Sitting Indian-style above his grasshoppers
Waiting for the day they'll make music again
Rotating along the circle curve like Buddha on a toy train set
A supposed circuit unending
Making night, restoring light
Millions of years in one blink
Life unworthy of life still thrives
Tattooed with shoelaces and turquoise veins
Repercussions of deformity
Antiseptic bombs
Hitchhiker's thumb
Scapegoats and escape artists
Chicken pox
Contempt attacks with gnashing teeth
Compliments and black *** magic
Totality, forgiveness, thunderstruck
Too good to be true
Kneel in the desert and die
Animals **** and we sing love songs
Oblivious housewife with a feather-duster
Talking puppets
A flick of ash
Adam's rotten-apple atoms
Superbirds and Zenplanes
The Morning After
Dead idols, trendsetters, setting worlds on fire
Casino collapsing
Purse-*******-Keys, check
An embrace like a boa
Penetrate, Swallow Whole
One nail through two feet
Time's cruel canopy
A funny tragedy
The audience is laughing blood

They say we've got to get back to the garden
We got to pull up the roots and wear them on our sleeves
But when you're truly feral, you're somehow still not free
The mud without the lotus, the ***** without desire
A soul asleep too long is born into dirt
Constructed from stale rain and hand-me-down-pain
One flick of the switch and you could have been hallowed
One cruel little trick and here you are hollow
The cosmic sadist and his moral compass
Gets off on selling sanctuary
A painter with the world as his canvas
A scientist with earth as his experiment
A ****** watching a glass-bowl of fish
An Aids avalanche, volcano cancer
Heartbreak earthquake, hurricane mistake
The rolling dice is our degree of pain
A black man's endowed to plant seeds of poverty
A white man's enshrouded with mental instability
Genetic karma makes the whole thing spin
Grandfather was a ****, now I'm paying for his sins
The spiritual adulteress, too busy playing cosmic chess
To feel an ounce of our unrest
Are you so smug, being shoved under big bosses rug
A door mat, a poor mouse, a *******
Why did you isolate the mind to breed fear and murky depths
Every second on this spinning plate is another little death
Where is the underground railroad of saints
Who excel in destroying decay
Are they wandering round Nod
Or stuck in some elevated mundane
Do you drink our limbo water, do you prefer aged ***
*If perfection's what they aimed for, then the only way is down

Even as a child
You always had those bright, big eyes
And what I wouldn't give now to see
Those bright, big eyes again
I was never a good match
Still settled just to hear you laugh
But even in your widest smile
Your eyes were fixed on your lost child
How can someone who emits such light
Be magnetized to their demise
I wish I had the chance to tell you
The abyss has stared back at me too

When did the world drive you mad
You angel, caveman, protégé
Surrounded by cardboard and insensitivity
Who told you your worth was determined
By riding above your painted tires?
**** the mockingbirds
Stay in your beautiful garbage world
Surfs ablaze, ocean waves swallow the buildings
And Bennie brought the jets, gliding in armored cars
Did you open your tequila factory up there?
I'll make sure to ask the tour guide
Or get a road map, when I get there
(Your head met your hands in a way only you could understand)

Poet in a concho
Myth for the ages
Enigma luminous
Bearded electric
Did their knaves and knifes stick you
Bind you with a trial
Of all the confines and cages
Your last straw paid someone's wages
Stole your peace of mind
And various other pieces
You predicted the machines
And they surely came
Genetic disposition for
Eternal inquisition
Did you enjoy the ride
Is your theater still running
Have you forgiven Zeus
Or are you riding that lightning bolt
If he let you finish the job
Setting the world afire
I'd have loved to watch it burn with you

Norma Jean
She had heart
She got peroxide in a bottle
Now she got secrets
There's a dead Hollywood party and you're invited
Make sure to wear the red satin
We'll dance atop cars under ambiguous lights
We'll practice asphyxiation, auto-******
We'll barter dimples and dime-holes
With a chalice in each hand
As we listen to the blue-breasted robin
And the candy-colored clown
And through the foggy mist
We'll be the first to witness
The churn and burn of the star factories

Someone told me a story once
About a genius and a dunce
Both had stories, both had problems
Both would whistle while they worked
And while each resigned to their own corners
Which to us would seem like borders
They sure could learn a lot
From each other
But would they ever meet and greet
In the fields or in the street
Maybe in another life
Maybe on a desert island
And if stranded on some plot of land
Surrounded by sea, ice or sand
Maybe they could help each other
Both can tie knots like an expert

**** the good stuff
Let's talk about the bad stuff
In the end it's all fury and cotton…
There's a spider-web in my palm
The center is a smiley-face
With X'es for eyes
And I feel my tongue
Becoming numb and salty
Maybe potassium
And who are you
With your glasses
And your street smarts
I'm quite ok with being
Unimpressive an ignorant
To your standards
A mafia with some ****** mixed in
That's how you're perceived by me
No code, no guts, no loyalty
And you talk, and I listen
I even engage you, polite as I am
I don't bet, but I'd gamble
You have a barcode on your soul
And if I could explain, I bet you'd listen
A set of letters on your payroll
And your set of ways
Is equivalent to
Mistreatment of an animal
But your tactics and lack of tact
Suggest treatment of an alien
An I bet on the movies
You're not sheep, just orphans
Begging for a leader
A rite of passage
And here goes my empathy
Imaginary places and genes
And I don't bet, but I'd gamble
You have a barcode on your soul
And hell yes, I'm in it right now
**** the good stuff
Let's talk about the bad stuff
In the end it's all fury and cotton

The wingless angels of demonic races
Are watching from the wings
With blood-stained faces
Like a wide open road spread out
Between a million trees
I see them kissing with their masks on
A glass of scotch in hand
And I can't trust anything so far
From this century
So far from light in these
Disassociated states
Thought goodness was a solid
But their halos fade by day
And your scales have turned into paper mache
As we fight for the reins on this
Sleigh ride into obscurity
Poor by way of three

It was all a big diversion
And she, another version of a ******
And money is a woman that blooms right on time
She'll leave you scraping for dead leaves among the pines
I want to be released
Set fire to me
Cut me down
Set me free
I'm a fallen angel reaching for the moon
Attached to a cosmic grid of nothing
Saturating sweat of dead men
A symbol of your discontent
Greedy golden heart omen
I want to be released
Set fire to me
Cut me down
Set me free
And the music keeps coming
And the people keep running
Carving their names and creeds
Into my fingerprints
Master, you didn't keep your promise
Master, you didn't keep your promise

Manifest your destiny
Make a wish, I'll take your memory
There is no law, I'm just your genie
Planting twisted seeds, to your head from my beak
I gave you mirrors, you made the ripples
I gave you pillows, you shunned the simple
And if you rip the feathers out, and shed your skin like I did
I'd bet you seven rainbows, I'd still get in your head
If you want me, you know where to find me
Crowing by the weathervane, or oozing down the chimney
Old man tree, here's a cigar for your tragedy
If you need me, I'll be in the clear, busy counting
Six for a second, *** for a minute
Six for a minute, *** for an hour
Six for an hour, *** for the weekend
Twenty-four carat-gold stars
My original idea
Became your original sin
Became your aboriginal idea
I laugh at the mess you're in

You say you're a hustler
And you got it made
And you made your bed
But you refuse to lie in it
Street's the education
I say look up all the ways
Your nation made you a slave
You threw away the tie-dyes
And picked up a gun
But it's one and the same
It's one and the same
You're playing politician
Minus the wife
As the in-crowd polishes
Their gold incisors
And it's not the same
You're one and the same

'You look like someone I know'
Heard that line a thousand times
Guess I'm scattered round the globe
Like farmers planting seeds serpentine
Have you heard the front-page news
Eden lives far underground
And God is just a hidden camera
Making sure the lost stay found
Big games of the life-sized kids
You were 'not It' by a hair
Fingers on a Ouija board
**** the truth just give me dare
Tweedles are now stalking triplets
Killing riddles, sinking ships with
Everything but the black lipstick
Crooked smile and rusted toothpick
Every friend is a stepmother
Eying you with pools of dead fire
As she sticks her acid tongue
In the mouth of your pure desire
Walking blind and blurry-eyed
With two chambers in each hand
Each are ******, tame and wild
Beyond these walls, beyond these lands
Only fools know the true score
Cause they've locked the exit-sign door
You were almost worth dying for
Now it's the ninth circle of this war

Demon kid
Lives and breathes quid
Keeps squid in back pocket
For when bicycle skids
Demon kid
Little *****
Why so much malice
On one little finger
You're rough and tumble
But you're no Alice
Is that you in there?
The one born in six months
The one born of great heights
Gorgeous and hollow
Nothin' but leg
Disease is born in flesh
Begins in your mind
Your repulsion
Quite indulgent
Stems from lack of blood-lust for us
Makes our behavior reckless
How's that power feel?
Is that you in there?
Love is losing cause it never was
Thinks the dying man who still has heart
As they all turn their heads like cobras
Hell-bent on ****** by stares and shoulders
Weaponless **** tastes sweeter
Than physical blood ever did
Thinks the demon kid

This feels like
This feels like
Eden repeatin'
Had it all
Fresh starts
And rainbows
Somehow got stuck
In the middle
And that one dream
Got me three strikes
Three millenniums to try
And take back
One simple little dream
Third time's the charm
But will they call me
Lucifer
Or will it all be
Over and done
By my eighth birthday
You can't see the color
And you can't see the light
Without darkness
Standing idly by
Oh, the October gore
Oh, the November bore
Oh, the December lore
Will it ever end
When can I start again
This feels like
Eden repeatin'

Love
Minus blood
Flood
Minus water
Touch
Minus hands
Words
Minus Meaning
Astronaut
Minus spacesuit
Treasure
Minus loot
Welcome to the helm
Of your own spirit vehicle
Welcome to the realm
Of questionable miracles
Welcome to the future
Welcome to bardo, baby

A mountain
A shark fin
A hang-man
A seven
Candelabra
Insects
Test tubes
Disease
Full moon
Candelabra
Umbrella
Whipping cane
Crook
Herder
Candelabra
Alpha
Elves
Pretty Alps
Hollow
Candelabra
Light bulb
Reptile
Annulus
Coil
Candelabra
A skirt
A birth
A girth
A first
Candelabra
Sunspots
Patterns
Blinded
Heaven
Candelabra
Spid­er
Structure
Front door
Glass fracture
Candelabra
Animals
Aliens
Threatening
Harmless
Candelabr­a
Money
Dead leaves
Decay
Potpourri
Candelabra
Peace
Horns
Antennas
Intercours­e
Candelabra

You work with your soul
And they steal with their eyes
And they take with their hands
As they hear all the plans you don't have…
The most ungraceful walker you've ever seen
But when it comes to talk, your tongue's tightrope is a beam
And no matter how heavy and hysterical I breathe
I can't blow your feathered phonics from this slippery scene
There's a laser in the lotus
No proof, but somehow I know this
And the only thing keeping me alive
Is giving you fuel for your sorceries and sapphires
That you cover up with jobs, drugs and flat tires
As the eggs in your head run amok on the wire
There's a laser in the lotus
No proof, but somehow I know this
And you work with your soul
And they steal with their eyes
And they take with their hands
As they write down your plans
I don't know anything, so I'm told, so they blame me
I don't know anything, so I'm cold, and I'm crazy
All I know is a thing I was told in the haze of
Lost control, and it was that I was, so **** lucky to be
Exhaling above ground, above water
So my feet fled, but still fighting is my head
Gutted and bled, and now
Every friend is a cop with a chess kit
Every friend is a cop with a chess kit
Heart's glow is gone but with blood I'll manage
Still I can't repent without knowing the damage

A mansion reeking of mystery and ***
Unlike your parties, the brain is the hex
Who's got the most phantastic story
Stitch the real hunters with unreal quarries
By candlelight she writes in her mind
Death-obsessed, web-like bind
Study the corpse, exhume the dead
Fresher the better, revive the head
Harvest the organs, strike a chord
Of nerve tissue and spinal cords
Touch your jutting collar bone
Think there's no place like home
Electric frogs and pinwheel rats
What do you think about that
Run from the monster disfigured
It's trying to hug you like a gun hugs a trigger
Go worship all your seraphim
Yeah, it's a freak, but you made him
Where have you gone Prometheus
Were you our guest or just an atheist
Yeah, wonders come in clear handcuffs
You're only safe anonymous
Oh, it's dead and it's jiving in no man's hands
Oh, it's alive and it's lying in no man's land
Electric frogs and pinwheel rats
What do you think about that
Run from the monster disfigured
It's trying to hug you like a gun hugs a trigger
Go worship all your seraphim
Yeah, it's a freak, but you made him

Crosses in the sky
With belief, emphasized
Create a force field of light
That wards off invaders
And curious crusaders
All their silver ships
Crashing and burning to bits
Right next to our southern cactus
Crosses in the sky
Now that all faith has died
Create nothing but an off-blue sky
That welcomes all others
With tendrils, who hover
Now, intentions are smudged
Will they ask us to budge
Or turn us into sludge
We kept them out before
But we still took pride in war
Now we’ve woken up
But our eyes are still shut
Brain got bigger but it
Beat our hearts to a pulp
The missing element
Of a radar that’s bent
Still, a burning cross
Is better than none at all
We can watch it while the grey ones
Swim among the telephone poles
With nothing inside we’re filled up
Like a gumball machine of lies
Brain got bigger but it
Beat our hearts to a pulp

Church bells ring as a train chugs along
I can't hear planes much
But every time I look up
I see one
And the birds stick to trees
Or a brief wispy breeze
The only ones higher are too busy
Looking down, circling
And all the clutter and clatter
Makes me want to batter some heads in
These objects look foreign, forged from a rolling pin
And they're just pretty guts and grey matter
I don't have the money to become an astronaut
So how can I know for sure that space exists
And if the final frontier is the mind
How far have we to go
After all I can tie my shoes with one or two bows
An every holy man seems to have
A wall street connection
And when Jesus says ****
You know he means business
And my tax dollars just went off
And killed a little kid
If the world ended
When we all stopped dancing
That must mean we're zombies
Especially the prom queen

My beloved sold me out with a kiss
The camel passed through the needle
Iscariot in his chariot, and me in a box
He keeps spare containers of light
For when he roams with dinosaurs
In crypts lacking oxygen
His roots go deep
And I'm the monkey chained in his tree
Trying to reach down and pull them out
The devil resides in the cleanest box
Keeping tabs on us
My beloved sold me out with a kiss
The camel passed through the needle

No one came before them
The original gangsters
Took a leap of faith
Found nothing is fixed (perhaps)
Silent progression an its svelte curved finger
Starting our engines, we dived through the door
Roaring regression, salute of four fingers
Down is the price that we paid to stand up
Back to the bricks, carved in a niche
It never told us we'd have to buy shoes
Flashes of future opened a portal
A game made of blocking, where no one can lose
Born with our minds blown
We've sure kept our eyes on the prize
Even dumb, dark and pegged
We'll still have our picture books
Our consciousness needs a hug and a kiss
Incinerate cyclic denial
Insinuate a means of escape and
Psychically break with your own form of exit

Are we still in the EP
Or is this the sophomore slump
I can't tell anymore
I'm just the unpaid performer
Roll up myself in Twister sheets
So you can step and rock on me
Should I be searching for number three
Or make my way back to Mercury
Rabbit, do you wanna stone me
Or do you wanna save me
Ballerina wolf
Vampire Jesus
Demon hoof
Unicorn needle
How's it feel with those ears
Atop your ice cream cone
How's it feel to be under
A global microscope
And this frequency
Is truly killing me
But who cares I'm just a
Federal noxious ****
Here, eat some brain
See the Naja kiss
Watch the princess fall
Down the rocky gorge
This is what you call bliss
Rabbit, do you wanna stone me
Or do you wanna save me