There's something here

Something a little more evil the more it plays out

It goes, "Darken a doorstep? Never me!"

Sheesh, what a load of premium beef

Narcissism kneeling, defeated by proper pageantry

Ego death to the ego dead

Resurrection of your living demons

If the collective is strength, then what does that make I?



Offer up your heroes, I'll gladly take em all away

and dangle a different one off a building every tuesday

No sense, capture a portrait of blank mind

and sit back, writing poetry for the psychologically blind

I turn my own freaks into science fiction enemy aliens

Monsters and mazes, real life's got its own alias

Lost my self control somewhere between thoreau and asimov

Maybe on the page about how to make a molotov

Natural, Non-lethal, Lethal

Remember everything you learned and approach the field as an equal

But guerilla tactics don't work in the house

In close quarters, echo the sounds

In every worst way we all became our fathers

If you can't win a fight against yourself then why even bother?