(when i called for charles he growled back and handed me this. he said he wasn't mad at me, but that the dead poets wouldn't leave him alone. it seems he found an angel in the afterlife and he said he's trying to knock the bottom out of it. the other poets say he is hurting her. i told him that i can't believe he made to heaven. he said "heaven? didn't you hear my words? i am in hell!")

you are a secret agent and it's a secret to you
you have killed so many
not with words
with lack of words
you are in the same cage, running around in circles, chasing your tail
then you forget about that because a mortgage or new home stands in your way

you are not what you need, but you keep using you
you spread that **** propaganda, not for racism, but for reasons far more sinister
do it for the king, or whoever is running this *******
it's definitely a man, but i know that somewhere down the line
this train will derail and a woman will be blamed

let's keep it real, keep it evil
you see yourself as the former, but you are more the ladder
the ladder they will climb to grab ****** handfuls of cash
after the giant machine gets it's fill

a jedi mind trick inside every home
give them a phone, now they learn it on their own
all this before the age of seven
teach them about hell but never heaven
all demons want to live forever
so we name hospitals and libraries after them, these demons are clever
it takes a lot of money to keep a demon alive
with only demons being born and trying to survive
money even funds our rivers and streams
to become a lake of fire from the ***** gasoline

when fire first came out of my fingertips, it scared the hell out of me
maybe i am evil is what i kept thinking
but fire renews and brings new life
it's a gift but they don't like things weathered
they even replace their roof every year
it still does it's job, but they don't like the way it looks
the next thing they know they have leaks and mold
they kept looking up at the roof and not their floor
sinister

don't make them angry, they don't do well with anger
so it gets mixed up in their head among the other strangers
now they're deaf too, they don't hear the music
it's a shame because it sounds so beautiful when the universe re-arranges the furniture

please almighty one let me come back as a tree
so i can still stand tall while they keep hacking on me
when i fall i crash down on all when i hit the ground
which saying will you pick? to hear or not be around?
do you see the forest or do you see the trees?
one brings sweet nectar and one kills the bees
last night i tossed and turned, not mad but looking for what woke me
i think it's all around me but without that wheel, what good would this spoke be
excuse me sir, i know you're god, but where's the hub to connect
i want to be part of the whole and run over those who infect