to know you world's a pile of shit, Listen to a riddle that'll tickle every bit of it, HA HA HA! Ape shall not murder - Ape wasn't so sure Bad ape you
: Here's a story of an honest man losing religion, Climbing the pulpit steps before an eager congregation, The while praying came a wicked inspiration
: If I could only get the tools, the stimuli and Molecules, frozen moments in time I could be the archetype, a credit to the Genotype, re-program your
: Now get up and give in I'll crack your knuckles again Supplicate and survive this transubstantiation And get so mean - I want to know what it means
: One - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight! Days go marching by There and back I never wait for a confident reply Truth is stark and leaves
And when it finally came to him You could've mistook it for the meaning of sin The women wish him well Every time he cast off marching to hell Now if
: Pilgrim, those are dry and bitter tears and lonely Eyes that look way beyond your years Pilgrim, did you drink the mercury? Your lips turned blue and
to run Like the blood red path of the western sun oh yeah The prodigal son is waiting, waiting for his moment to come Well hell no, don't look at me
: Dedication is the price you pay: the initiated are Coddled and caged Before you walk, as soon as you crawl Hope is pointless 'cuz you're stuck in the
: Porcelain and alabaster, decaying ever faster, Unaware of imminent disaster open up your eyes. As you ruminate the hopeless sands of time, Did you
Porcelain and alabaster, decaying ever faster, Unaware of imminent disaster open up your eyes. As you ruminate the hopeless sands of time, Did you
Here's a story of an honest man losing religion, Climbing the pulpit steps before an eager congregation, The while praying came a wicked inspiration,
I know I'm part of something greater than myself Don't know the meaning of it but I hope that matters less I don't know anything when I'm factored out
kin And when it finally came to him You could've mistook it for the meaning of sin The women wish him well Every time he cast off marching to hell Now
Lacerate eviscerate and perforate and mutilate We all fall down, all fall down Deprecate repudiate ameliorate adjudicate The wisdom found, wisdom found
Amid the heat and the wrack Hot boots invested and cracked Poor candidates jacked into gray light An ultra-violent call summoning both poet and thrall
Now get up and give in I'll crack your knuckles again Supplicate and survive this transubstantiation And get so mean - I want to know what it means! (
Back in '83 a man came to men and he told me "Son, our way of life is done" But I was only young With an eye to the fields speculators and yields rotten