Sackcloth on the tenterhook
Birdfeeders or birdlime
What is above must be holy
Cause 666 is time

The letter kills unless it’s
Written on the human heart
The martyrs win their crowns
And another life to start

There’re fresh waters above the heavens
But the lake of fire must be brimming
We’re all in the fish tank
Whether we’re sinking or swimming

The bridal city made of jasper
Gives babies eloquent tongues
The beauty penetrates my bones
The crystal air fills my lungs

But while we’re still on earth
The ancient sinner waits
Mocking the ignominy of our flesh
And using us as bait

I allow you to feel better
To feel progress
You can’t disturb me
I’m mangled
But I’m whole
I’m crippled
I’m a fool
I’m neither boy nor girl
I’m a monster
I’m a book no one wants to check out
Shelved, dusty, never overdue-
A story no one wants to read
Meat and metal
Bone and gristle
Firm monkey mind
I sneeze, blow my life into a flower
And drift away like a balloon

Stuck in the jaws of life
And she's got bedroom eyes
The candle's burning cinnamon
But I don't know where she's been
And I sense something eternal about her gaze
But I feel something infernal about her ways
Cause I made a silly bet with Saturn
And now I've lost track of the patterns
That gave my life meaning
And gave nature's face a gleaning grace
I've already been in the garden, the place
Where all veils consist of a thin piece of lace
But to me, she looks like the May Queen
Wearing a mask to disguise her motives unseen
But my heart is stronger than my reign
She will always be my window pain
That I lean on whenever I feel the shame
That comes from the souls that fall
In every drop of rain

It’s so inhuman, but it’s coming from my body
The monsters on this planet are coming from inside me
A hologram of my blood is reaching out behind me
No bones in sight, just the stars from my own eyes

How do you explain the landscape of a womb
Yellow-bellied, red with fever, in a room of pale blue
A hologram of my mind is reaching out to blind me
Just the stars in my eyes, no bones in sight

I walk through walls
But I can’t find the door
They see right through me
But they don’t know me at all
Like a candle swaying in a dark room
Help me find relief from a long day
Night can never come too soon
Cause in sleep I have no words to say
So surreal and so delicate
Nothing’s perfect but nothing’s a mess
So extreme and so fragile
Wonder why I’m wearing a white dress
And like a lighthouse by an ocean
Guide me to relief from a long night
Day seems like the right potion
Cause in sleep my fears take flight
I walk through walls
But I can’t find the door
They see right through me
But they don’t know me at all

I must have separated serpents
Somewhere along the way
Cause there I was, transformed
And I remain to this day
And how I wish
I would have felt the venom in my veins
Yeah I wish
I wasn’t the horse stuck in these reins
So I’m counting down seven years
Yeah I’m counting down seven years
Till I can reverse, or become whole
Reverse all that they stole
My situation as pariah
Became known to the body police
They came to strip me of my powers
Make me crawl on my knees
And how I wish
I would have felt the venom in my veins
Yeah I wish
I could feel both the sun and the rain
So I’m counting down seven years
Yeah I’m counting down seven years

I was supposed to marry you
Supposed to help you
Supposed to aid you, cure you,
Carry you
Instead I watch you from afar
Watch you through computer-screen sickness
Watch you through *****-madness
Watch you through whiskey-gladness
Watch you through oblivion's sadness
And while you falter in life but not me
I mend your clothes
I sell your merch
I feed your slaves
I feel your worth
All while you falter in life but not me
The years pass by
Like slivering scales
And I'm still in your palm
Tiny ***** limp with slavery's tails
It's only my reflection I fear
A reflection I fear when you're in the room
God-speed to all the times you are and were
God-speed to all those nickel-days
A lifetime of being invisible
You hold what I crave
Mirror image
You falter in life but not me

I'm shaken
But they keep trying
To stir me
Quiet echoes
Of taunts outside my head
Any therapist would disagree
I'm swallowing spirits
And it's making me sick
Prehistoric birds
Getting revenge on my walls
And every speck of paint
Is an eyeball on a stick
And I'm turning on a spit
In my ear, a toothpick
Place your bets,
****** friends,
As to when I'll get stiff
Secreting secrets
From another world
Where no one goes
To see about a girl

Dancing like the ancients
From a potent wine
All those deep in slumber
Move their lips in time
The paramour is exiled
In suffering she grows
While the crowd of people loud
Harbor sins of old
The cosmic wheel keeps turning
Hardened hearts’ its fuel
The soul gains scar tissue
The judgment is too cruel
For those that go astray
Like wild children roam
Will be removed like cancer
For the curse that’s in their bones
Stubborn is the ruler
Who loses his right mind
When future grace is pointless
Death will seem too kind
The glass beads of Manhattan
The sickle and the hourglass
What on earth cannot be purchased?
What on earth has no dim past?
We circle our own planets
Like yielding specks of rock
For if we walk off our timeline
The void awaits unlocked

The absence of color seems to be my home
But inside my heart resides a big rainbow
I’ve been to Wonderland
I’ve been to Oz and back
Still my one true love has a name called black
Ultraviolet prisms parade all around us
But I’m in a prison, darkness is enough
The infrared laser sends chills up my spine
But I sleep like a baby in the grey shade of time

Yet when I see the sun’s blue corona
I’m reminded of the Mona Lisa
I’ll never fluoresce like you can-
Even insects pick up your frequency
But birds fly over the rainbow
Picking up the colors frequently

Every time you got cold
I held your hand from the start
But little did I know the ice
Resided in your heart
Can you come clean
Can you come clean
Insert your memories in me
Is it that hard to believe
In a somewhat crooked destiny
Your patience  is waning on me
As you wield your sword of words
I’m not asking for your sympathy
But you’re the one that asked to comfort me
So why bother being nice
Why bother being good
But all the same, the ***** is a role
We’re in the same game, except mine takes a toll
So don’t come around if you want me to be polite
Don’t you come around if you want me to lie
And say that everything is alright
Cause nothing is alright
And every time you got cold
I held your hand from the start
But little did I know
The ice resided in your heart

Strapped to the moon like Prometheus bound
But the eagle keeps eating my memories
In their place remains black holes-
Spaces only my heart can fill
So my head pumps as I forget
Sailing along the Lethe
And yet I feel so ancient-
I remember a feeling
And that’s not allowed
If and when I shall be born again
I fell, prostrating instantly
But who was receiving such reverence
Aliens, gods or devils?
Auras, halos or space helmets?
Then you came and rescued me
But your ship was dark and obscure
The safety net disappeared-
I was back to the future in chains

Almost frozen
The lake sits like a thick stew
And I wonder if one day
I’ll see the bottom
I’ve got an itch
That grows in inches
Who’s the *****
That always misses
The blank page waits
But I’ve got no drink
And therefore my think-tank is empty
Can I ride out the storm
I can see the shore no longer
But the light is getting stronger
From an unknown source
I’ve got an ancient itch
Who’s got the original scratch

I am money changing hands-
Insignificant and ubiquitous
Imbibed as oxygen
Spit out like old chewing gum
I am the tree that never grows leaves-
Alone but surrounded
Decrepit states of being
Amid tiny sparks of youth
I am a child’s heart-
Intelligent and delicate
Fathoming the depths
Of the outside world
I am detached-
Bought and sold
Young and old
A victim of doublethink

I'm blowing on a dandelion
And you're the tornado that blows me away
But amidst all the cows and car parts
Remember I'll always see your face
I'm the goldfish swimming in the pond
And you're the bird that plucks me out
I guess I should thank you for
A quick death and a trip to your mouth
Cause you're lack of hope maintains a shadow
So even when you're close I'll be weary
I guess now you see just how twisted I can be
As your right hand's on red, and my left foot's on green
I am in the mouse in the maze
Constantly looking for the prize
All your friends are amazed
That you're such a patient snake
But why don't you crawl out of the weeds
I'd like to show you something neat-
The ins and outsides of me
****, you've seen it already
I know I'm the fire that burnt the forest down
But your the hose in the sky that put it out
Didn't know I was capable of such demolition
I guess this puts you in an awkward position
So please, I beg you, please
If we ever meant anything
Than please don't pretend
That your eye isn't on the lens
Oh please, I beg you, please
I've always been your entrance to summer
So if you must exit
Just leave me be in this cape cod
And forget all the memories
We never had
We never had

I'm sitting on the porch, watching you analyze me
Guess I was crazy to think any of this was behind me
And I don't know what's worse-
A chaperone in wolf's clothing
Or being led to the slaughter
By your one and only...vice
It must be nice to have an army
All I got is a dissonant symphony
That we used to play, back in the day
Before these times of euphoric disarray
So you can perform for whichever side you're on
Cause I'm used to being alone
And I just don't care anymore...

My sister pulled my into her bedroom with a hyena laugh
She sat me down and I felt someone’s arms around me
It was Tim Robbins. A kind soul with the initials of my enemy
He was gently manipulating. Telling me to pull the trigger and get it over with
His words were soothing but could have easily been scripted
Where am I? Who is this man?
I tore off his face and saw a face like in Mulholland Drive-
A face you don’t ever want to see again but a face you can’t remember all the same
Where am I? Who am I? What have I done?
Last thoughts: Pull the trigger. Wield the knife. Pull the trigger.

Your halo starts to fizzle
Like a vampire in the sun
We’re sitting in the darkness
And no one’s having fun
Up ahead the ceiling’s
Closing in upon our heads
Just like all the angels
Who flew from heaven’s bed
We try to pretend that
We can’t see their eyes
All the coward rebels
And their sheepskin disguise
Our souls begin to hitchhike
Without a help or guide
Along the holy road
That leaves us dumb and blind
******* cigarettes
Bodies languid
Laughing like idiots
Crucifying language

Never lollipops or blood
Just sounds reverberating
But I no longer can
Trust you in silence
Oh, no no no
It's happened
Your brain caught up to them
And you let go of my hand
I bit into the candy and it tasted metallic
I bet you find that ironic
But I really thought you'd understand
But with all your degrees and social needs
That wasn't part of our plan
So I'll let go of this
Until we meet again
If we meet...
If we meet...
In a sea of broken glass
Don't pretend
To wash the cuts on my feet

You walk up the staircase
In a blue dress stained with violet
To a fountain with a phallus in the middle
You notice a bare parquet floor
In front of a famous painting with two pyramids
You go to the bathroom which
Divides the stick figures into genders
And you turn on the lone light bulb hanging from the ceiling
Afterwards you come to a fire,
The light bouncing off the stone floor
But you notice outside spotlights
So you walk down a long corridor
And leave by the exit sign door

Dinosaur angels roamed the green sky
Never looking to the blue earth above
They were put in their place
Never made a mistake
But were exterminated just the same

I know how it feels to be rare and unwanted
Everything you touch gets cuts up
You’re the humble, grotesque beast
And the world is your china shop

The human race sticks together
Hard to feel sympathy for anything else-
Even for something it created
A ******* chased by neighborhood watch

The ghost in the lens is squirming
A live insect trapped in amber
A dinosaur in a museum
An angel in a cloud

Thrown off course
Thrown from the center
Pushed towards the limb
Pushed towards the edge
Losing luminosity
But where’re the warning signs
As you slide down the curtain
Of a waterfall
With a kiss like a snowflake
Still planted on your cheek
Are we all not mere products
Of broken hearts
Starting our mornings
In the moonlight
Under the dinosaur stars
Who made these calculations
Creation without measure
Or do all specifics
Fall into place post-heaven
The cluster is closed
And somehow you move
Out of the nursery
Company you lose
Constantly peeling off layers
Leaves no room to choose

Circling the drain
Falling out of orbit
Hanging among the black angels
Suicidal and sordid

Ready but not prepared
Sent to hell on a truth or dare
The dilemma of living but not
Ever truly being alive

Suffering in silence
As the dog and butterfly do their dance
Of one above and one below
It’s beginning to feel like hell is earth,
We’re already here
Until we’re fit for something heavenly

****/swat/scratch
As the grasshoppers play their violins
And you’re forced to choose between chicken or fish
As a means to your destruction

I made a choice and the blue-jay turned into a cardinal
As the devil conspires with my desire to see fire in the sky
While all the Madonna’s and Jezebel’s are framed and dried
And the owl turns into a set of fluttering white sheets
But she broke the mirror and the illusion was shattered

On a train
Where no one cares where I go
On a platform
You somehow reach me against the odds
We quarrel, we fight, until exhaustion
And the moment of my freedom
Just happens to be your moment of self
Moment of salt
And I bleed tears
Knowing the timing
It’s always the right time for tragedy
My tragedy
Your weekly release
Of salt
Takes a lot, I know
But it’s not enough
It’s not
What’s under the belt
It’s what’s under the skin
That you can’t ever
Understand
Understand
What’s another word for
Understand

On the brink of extinction, we were two hot messes
Swerving out of control
The world just didn’t reciprocate our guesses
As to what should be said, done or sold
Lost in the circus of merchants and wine
We somehow found each other
A reflection of colors changing through time-
Our eyes mirror one another’s
Still society weighs on our shoulders
A heavy burden for lovers, not fighters
But since you came along as the former,
You made the load a little bit lighter
For this I’m forever grateful
Though we battle time and loss
With you, a moment is eternity-
Something divine and not lost
We’re one heart beating
One mouth breathing
One soul searching
And it’s all been worth it

This cigarette ain't smoking
This bottle's missing poison
I've hit the wall, jumped out a window
Didn't feel anything
Am I alive
Am I alive
But more importantly
Am I dead
These words are getting sour
This touch has lost its potency
I've been to Venus, been to Vegas
Didn't know anything
Am I alive
Am I alive
But more importantly
Am I dead
Is this life worth living
Is this life a crime
Accident, coincidence
Or just synchronicity
Am I alive
Am I alive
Well apparently
I am
I am not
I am not not dead
I am

I hover
Looking for a place to land
Undercover
You won’t know me till I’m dead
Still I try to
Penetrate your force field
But even under your sheets
You’re so unyielding
But your room is area 51
And your books have all come undone
And your fortress is a loaded gun
But it’s there I like to hover
So keep me in the back of your mind
With crop circles serpentine
It’s only there where I can unwind
Until I find another place to hover
You won’t know me till I’m dead
You won’t know me till I’m dead

A new world opened up today
Right before my eyes in May
An asphalt jungle of barren space
Transformed to a marketplace
Of shaking hands and lazy feet
Of sweetened sweat drawn by the heat
Of spices, mixtures, drink and dine
Of herbs and paper, food and wine
Where freelance poets and barefoot souls
Can wonder in a wandering flow
Where worry's gone and work is done
And getting lost is half the fun
Till 'neath your soles is verde lush
And gathering is quite the rush
When singles, triples, droves and pairs
Unite in glee at what they share-
A celebration worth the fare
For exorcism of despair
And when the artificial lights
Dim amidst the stars in flight
I'll ponder in my solitude
Why blissful moments still elude

French sirens in her head
Pink flowers on the bed
Pale and faded
Bruised and jaded
A cycle of spooks and delights

Heart is a question mark
Tree is full of sparks
Blue angel wings
Birds that don’t sing
The sandman is her best friend

Exhausted with heaven on earth
Tracing her steps back to birth
How do things grow
When time moves so slow
She’s watering her own garden

Now the bathtub calls her name
Mystery, no longer her bane
A kite flying in the sky
A curious lullaby
She now knows the meaning of life

From the mud to the stars we sail
Space derelicts that fight troubles well
Running errands intergalactic
Treating travel like a punchbowl in hell

Turpitude rules in the hearts of the sane
New worlds don’t blend in the stem of the brain
Heavenly elixirs must be then taken
Lest those from below come up and take reign

Drawn to the beaches till the hurricanes come
Hostage and accomplice then become one
Psychic peace is violated
When worldly beauty weighs a ton

The wicked are estranged from the womb
Plucked out of the cosmos like a plume
Immense forces battle for worldly power
All that’s seen returns to the tomb

Lamb of God
Wonderful counselor
The Truth
The Almighty
Prince of peace
Mediator
Advocate
Born of a ******
Man of sorrow
Rejected by his own people
Holy one
Image of the invisible god
Physician
Teacher
Only begotten son
Wounded and bruised
Bread of life
Crucified with thieves
The Way

I need a spiritual insurance policy
While they all seek common currency
The fruit of divine questions
Can't be found in the light of pale society

Every three days I resurrect
Penetrating the mystery
But I die in every moment
Cause I can't change history

He said you must deny yourself
In order to come to Him
You must not traffic in souls
But give freely to those who sin

Struggling with Eros
And its hedonistic ways
Consumed by the monster
In the self-love battle haze

Human weakness is a fact
But we all have different plights
You may think you're an island
But you're a continent in Christ

I know I did you wrong
Can't explain it in a song
I asked God to strike me dead
Shooting stars had other plans
What else can I say
Maybe earth is just not in my DNA

And maybe I come from a place
Filled with myths of decay
And all the biblical horrors
Don't come close to my sorrow
How else can I grow
If I'm not in the audio afterglow

It's like aqua seafoam shame
Cause there's no on else to blame
Except mine lacks a color
I'm in the boat without a rudder
What else can I do
Except count the constellations two by two

I'm running with lungs full of smoke
Because I am the local joke
I'm running out of air to breathe
Tenderness is what I need
But what else can I feel
When the rain is just evaporated tears

I'm searching for the moment in space
Where my head and my heart match my face
Roll with the punches, leave a scar
Cause I'm tied to dying fish and angry Mars
To whom should I hail
When the fourth dimension lifts its veil

(Jack & Jill fetched the pail
And the universe inhaled)

He’s got milk in the brain
And I guess I’m to blame
A friend on his pillow
A citizen in his hallway
A ghost on his doorstep
A ******* for life
And I wonder which master he serves
Did I get what I deserved?
Is this what freedom looks like?
Guys can be free but forget the girls
We play it cool until we fold
It’s all a game, or so we’re told
I never consumed his milk
But I bet it has a bitter taste
He’s wrapped in plastic again
And his cup needs to be filled
By another friend on his pillow

Sitting alone with all my pain and strife
Everyday cuts like a knife
Guess I’ve been written out of the book of life
All the angels left my side

And my friends, they cause me damage
But all the same they help me manage
In my head, they all speak Spanish
And I have no dictionary

I’m a sensual insect with a heart of gold
Silver crucifix and terrycloth robe
Wish I could get back the love they stole
From the chakra in my chest

But maybe it’s all for the best
Yeah, maybe it’s all for the best
Still it can’t help but feel like a test

And in my dreams I crawl through the wormhole
I turn back time and get off parole-
The kind that eats away at your soul
In a world of normalcy

Junk monkeys with leather whips
Bearing a new crucifix
No more worries ‘bout impotence
When *** means to devour
Accidental elegance of fate
Minus some extra water weight
This new hunger has the taste
Of never laughing freely
And Jesus with his puncture wounds
And fingers stretched like on a loom
The tales among the tall weeds grew
The killer is the martyr
And all the iron butterflies
They sit around the fireside
Learning to evolve the night
Under a lava-moon
Stumbling down the lost highway
Groaning trees exalt your sway
With crimson chins, no time to pray
Racing with the morning star

I've got a case of something great
It keeps me bed-ridden and turns my hair grey
I can't tell you much, don't mean to be vague
But you best avoid me like the black plague

Black magic don't show up on autopsies
But I'm on to you like pods on peas
You serve shiny apples with insides of grease
But luck gave my lifeline a different disease

You may have your **** cult, your secrets, your juice
A Romeo's charm and a drug dealer's boost
The keys to the castle, the rich man's caboose
But down in the basement, you'd reach for the noose

In the woods, with the black doves and mourners
Would you still have the strength to scorn her?
Alone in the woods, with no sight of the border
Would you tough it out or be the sojourner?

You think you know black
But you don't know jack
You think you know white
But light is a different stripes

Her bare skin is painted on
Her carcass is so transparent
Traversing the cellar door
Her whimpers would outrun the roars

Mirror Mirror on the wall
Who's the most deranged of all
Slavery must be coming back
Cause I can't even pray aloud
Talk to me, clouds
I think I got your point
About flappin' windows and things
But isn't your mouth doing the same?
Got a message?
Spit it out
My time is different than yours
I might be wrong but you're not right
Bibbity-bobbity
He's wearing my clothes
And he operates in daytime
Tried talking to him but
There was someone else there
A grandfather, an heir, who knows
Please shut up your flesh
And seep into my bone
Home is where the love is
So I guess I'm a vagrant
Mirror Mirror on the wall
What's the strangest planet of all
Slavery must be coming back
Cause no one stands out in a crowd
Rain on us, clouds

Oh Brother,
Where art thou sympathy?
I hate to admit the obvious
But all you've got is me
And what I create
Is ours
But don't sign your name
In greed
Despite our likeness
I have my own wretched creed
Paradise needs no shelter
And if you give me a house
I'll knock down the walls
An artist may need a rich wife
But squalor's gotten me this far
And what you hold in your hands
Was created under the stars
And maybe in another life
You'll step through the paint
Swim in the colors
And see how I see
But for now I recognize
Your fear is just skin-deep
You look into my eyes
But all you see are veins
The blood we share-
How could you not compare
And wonder if you share my madness?
It's quite alright
I may not sleep at night
But your shut eyes make up the difference
In time
I'll hold your hand
If you start to fade away
But I digress-
And have been for years
Fading into my own
Oblivion-
A shade of sanguine tears

They want to send me to AA
Just for drinking a bottle a day
That’s nothing, I say
Compared to the Thompson’s and Hemingway’s
And they don’t have an internal divide
Where society’s poison seeps inside
And everything is left to die
Including one’s own peace and quiet
But while they’re out balancing checkbooks
I’m around balancing scales-
The two ends of a triangle
Trying to reach the ultimate peak of harmony
And it’s this imbalance which turns me to the bottle
Would you rather it be pills or powder on full throttle?
So please let me get my beer gut in peace
One of these days the new leaf will turn over

I look like a ghost
My hands would agree
My partner
He wants me to give up hope
Also known as letting go
But I'm not done

The one that got away
Had candy in a pillowcase
And could dress up everyday
Without fear of hating face

I look like a cloud
My inside's falling out
An ideal realist
Just stole my inspiration
Also known as salting wounds
But I can't speak

They call me sane
But insanely-cheap ****
The bubble-gum on the bottom
Of their two-hundred-dollar shoes

I look like a corpse
Your weapon would agree
Me, myself and I
Want to give up this course
Also known as letting go
I hope I'm done

They want to go back
I want to go forth
At 30 miles an hour I’m thrown off course
Cause I can only move
From point A to point B
Can’t seem to twist and turn my way to Z
So I walk in lines
And I talk in curves
I even have my breakfast for dessert
I feast on ancient melodies
And the sinister, sweet breeze from the trees


I want to go back
They want to go forth
So I climb through my wormhole and head north
Cause I can only move in a straight line
Which is a circle in our non-existent time

Your words, however strong, fall as broken glass to my bare feet
The more you talk, my mandala grows, as the sun strokes the ground with its heat
They all say do what thou wilt, but I’m the wilting flower
Put in my place by their conventions and rhymes of the hour
Inferior would they be in a superman’s eyes
But there are no 21st century heroes, lest they wear a disguise
Their white noise has an acrid taste, disharmonious and brittle
But I’m the leaf who constantly falls, hovering just a little
Who then is winning and who is defeated?
Power by numbers gets all outsiders deleted
Your words, however strong, fall as broken glass to my bare feet
The more you talk, my mandala grows, as the sun strokes the ground with its heat

American rings
Are worn to receive
So who is the giver
We all have our needs
Suffer my desire
Quench this endless fire
The rhetoric of lust never ends
We break but never bend

American rings
Are worn to deceive
So who is the giver
Born into disbelief
Suffer what I’m lacking
Mend my broken back
I’ll always be incomplete
Still I need you to compete

American rings
Are worn to relieve
But without two givers
Trust can’t be retrieved
Suffer my desire
Mend my broken back
The rhetoric of love always ends
Still I need you to compete

The bath and body
Were lukewarm
And at the grave
Only five mourned
So she reached
For a bag of relief
Smack on the table
That would blow his mind
Blood under the nostril
Chest pains and a cough
All the bottles in the world
Just weren’t enough
Walking around
With eyeballs exposed
The quiet vampires
Are craving mystery
Take a swim
In the chemical ocean
Drown in your vows,
Your blood and your potions
To live in the afterworld
To die in life
To mingle with the spirits
To feed on the great light
She really needs
A bag of relief
To feel invincible
To feel at ease

It's a big bad, mean cruel world
You can't expect much good fire
And he's got debts to pay
And she's got mouths to feed
And we got mamas and papas
Weary of all the ruckus
And she's got a boy to please
And he's got to settle the score
And they keep looking at me like,
"Why should you kick the bucket?"
When amidst these troubles
An among these worries
They still get the weekend release
Cause amidst all the smoke
Among bottles empty
They get their kicks laughing at me
It's all fun and games until the canopy falls
And you have doppelganger dreams, and demons at your door
And she's got poison juice
And he's got drug abuse
And we got mamas and papas
Tired of all the paper
And his mama just split
And her daddy just went stiff
And me, I'm just disintegrating
In the vapor
See I try to keep it light
Never said I was right
You'll never know my tragedy
But if we ever meet again
And you're the one that's spiralin'
Will you ask to hold my hand

A thought came to me
While we were tugging at
Each other's wits
Why can't we just leave
Just get out
I've had my doubts
But won't stop
Till you prove them wrong
It's tough
This blood
It's rough
This blood
Solitary lonesome blues
A harmonica should echo
Our each and every step
Cause it's so so bitter
But so much more sweeter
Then they could ever imagine
They shatter
When they chatter
Oh, how they shatter
And Myra knew the pain
Of being upside-down
A gene that some genie's taken over
Repulsive attractive mess
I'll be me
Just stay you
And we could be ok
The sweet sting of the middle
Might be ok

We live in a world of undigested hatred
We salivate over shadows of malice
We don’t know who or where to turn to
We’re far from milk mountains and the crystal palace
We take baths to drive sadness from our minds
Cause after all, all life is a trial
When we’re awake we’re flooded with fiends
****** impulses sneak into our dreams
Infirmities restrain us from reaching true grace-
Let alone knowing our place
Some tremble at the thought of true praise
But speaking in tongues requires no wage
Light is the king of colors, defeating sinners’ oil
What goes up comes down, just as the victor’s spoils
If you see God, be sure to say hello
And keep some yoke for your wounded halo

There once was a war between magic and religion. And for awhile, religion won...But hidden in plain sight, hidden in suburbia, are sorcerers. They'll talk to your pets. Pinch your arm. Persuade you to buy a certain brand of cigarettes. They'll leave you tokens. They'll give you clues. They'll wear your clothes. They'll break into your house and move things around just to freak you out. All in coded language. Everything is in a code. They have a way with words. They are master manipulators. They will be facetious. They claim to side with nature, but will use technology against you. They'll do voodoo in your bedroom while you sit there pretending not to notice. They are masters in the game of mind-*******. You won't find them in mansions, though. They prefer the veil of middle-class squalor...I am not waging war against magic, cause even Jesus might be considered a magician...But Jesus was out to heal, while they are out to harm. The more you speak of their powers, the more they use them. I'm stupid but I can't pretend to be dumb...And I believe true magic lies in the power of a pure heart- no matter how broken your halo is. I may have no guardian angel anymore, but I spoke to one, as have they. I know I may never feel the shelter of an angel's wings, just as I may never enter dreamless sleep. The hourglass has never been in my favor. I know how amusing this is to them, and how ironic it is to me....Religion and magic run parallel; except one is always repulsed by the other.

Antsy and tired
All of the time
*** belly
Where no baby should be
Going on only what was said
Always misinterpreting
And a football game
Is win or lose
To some it’s live or die
I see now what it is to be
I see now what it means to fly
Don’t know how the cherubs turned to demons
But just as quickly they took the right form
I never wanted these angels to be demons
I see now that limits end with heights
And now, all I want is to be alright
Don’t care about being right
Right now all I want is to be alright
By you
And who knows why
I prefer things better broken and frayed
Don’t want to be a symbol for why our God
Allowed me to be made
Yeah, cause what I have hurts
Oh well