I'm tired and angry
I'm drunk and alone
My body is nothing
But dull-minded stone
Do not ask me to dance
Do not beg for the question
This song is as lame
As your phony expression
Of what is real feeling
But turning to dust
You just drown in the sounds
Of oblivious lust
And the wretched disgust
Of each puke-worthy word
I count bodies like sheep
And I slaughter the herd
For as numb as I am
I still drink from the veins
And I recreate life
With my Frankenstein brains
It's alive, so alive
And it wants to learn more
Than a monster mash ***
As it shakes to the floor
Yet beckons my seed
Like ritual mates
But I ravage the seraphs
And burn down their gates
As beneath me they tremble
And beg for the end
But the heavens are sealed
And the key is my pen