Fiend – intrigue and possess me – take possession of this fragile synthesis
Believe – have faith that my uselessness – will sustain me til their eyes are torn away
Crawl at their feet, scraping my knees, humbling myself before their rotten piety
Jump to my feet, praise them by name, make myself unto them, a devoted charade
Once dedicated to life half-full and thirsty for the taste of each morning’s dew (do)
If you’re damned by the shake of the snake, lottery balls bounce round shaking up my rib-cage
The nauseating feeling of growing older by the minute is
devouring our hours and then coming back for seconds so
time my collapse, synchronize your watches and remember to tell them all I tried my best

Stars – guide this depression – alien worshipers unite and dethrone the king
Lord of his manor – prim and proper with a mouthful of honeybees
Stinging his gums, the sweetest honeyed blood – suckled by a child of sickly pallor
This ghost haunts his soul, his sole possession
He tries to hide his eyes to behold the end begin
Turning for relief in his burial mound, his retching misery sets the children ablaze
The sound of burning lambs and the smell that they make
Pervade this perverse palace where only jesters speak the truth
In tangled tongues, strangled love, struggles to breath
The approximate arrival of the meta-spiritual cure
Will have us bathing lepers in formaldehyde
Swearing all the while we told the truth

I'm cruising at one hundred and five – Porky squeals “pull over” but I couldn’t abide
I took that fat fuck for a ride – I don’t think he’ll just let this slide

I'm cruising at one hundred and five – Porky squeals “pull over” but I couldn’t abide
I took that fat fuck for a ride – I don’t think he’ll just let this slide

I'm cruising at one hundred and five – Porky squeals “pull over” but I couldn’t abide
I took that fat fuck for a ride – I don’t think he’ll just let this slide

I guess I wasn’t thinking at all…