If truth be told
I long for her wretched soul
If truth be told I tire of my own
I thirst for the moistness between her hips
I envy the lips of the ones she's kissed
If truth be told
She'll never know

My mind is as thin
as all the molecules
inside a balloon's wall
that has expanded for
far too long. POP!

I'm only trying to write the
wrong that I see within myself.

Go ahead and plant
your flag into my back
Giddyup the chains
dangling from my neck
Archaic cannibals
fist fight over other's flesh
as long as the local mystic
nutritionist gives the consent
So grab your blackjack and
swing as hard as you ******* can,
you neanderthal scallywag
It's best to behave on behalf
of the priest's commands isn't it

I wanna lose any semblance of control
Repel down that little lost rabbit hole
Gnaw on the skull and cross bones of
every single bible beater that stood before
their throne like a scarecrow to it's corn
I won't barricade my door, Conquistador
Open the floodgates; bring me the seafloor
10,000 leagues deep and I'm still breathing
I'm teething on a tombstone like Casper
Now all I need is an inquisitive barn owl
prowling for an irrelevant answer

I'm disgusted;
in a **** drunk tantrum
fist pounding my Zooplankton reflection
Mundane is my nation's only anthem; all hail your fellow cowardly clansman
Syphon the Phantom from me
It's been playing tic with the region
of my brain that dictates passion
Grapple hook the Madman from
his wouldbe castle and cast him
Cast him cast him cast him
to the depths of Phantasm
Let the Tall Man have him
I'll greet the surgeon's scalpel
with a basket of placid
like here you can have this
The type to commit suicide
with a flare gun in a snow storm
It's cold where the blood churns