i think we're talking to myself again
enwrapped in backwards conversation in my head
the smoky faces i inhale
chew and swish, regurgitate the swallowed words
i feel the blood boil
i see the hammer come down
i watch the eyes roll back in the head
it's sick but it's not boring
i think we're talking to myself again
licking up and down the razor blade
discount on the panacea,
have you heard?
another reason to be merciless
i feel the blood boil
i see the hammer come down
i watch the eyes roll back in the head
it's sick but it's not boring
(spoken word)
the changing modes of light
and shadowy bliss on a mountain peak
throw off the girls
throw off the ones who kiss
and bliss is quivering flesh beneath the brow
ask us how and we will fight
the hour is changing
the polarization of thought parameters
i tried to understand
to feel
to know
but the fat man burns in the furnace
and the jolly elves stamp my hands
i fell asleep to find myself awake
and went out to see what i missed
and she gave me flowers
and i was happy again like way back when
oh but i walked the walklight at night
furry creature
and the dog told me
and the dog showed me life
"sometimes we fall and we get up"
"and we fall again and we get up again"
slam the door on poverty and turned and begged
and took the charity for everything it had
we're so screwed we can't remember why we were mad
another reason to be merciless
i feel the blood boil
i see the hammer come down
i watch the eyes roll back in the head
it's sick but it's not boring
it's sick but it's not boring
it's sick but it's not boring
you're guaranteed to like it
you're guaranteed to laugh
it's sick but it's not boring