"Intolerance"

I don't want to be hostile.

I don't want to be dismal.

But I don't want to rot in an apathetic existance either.

See

I want to believe you,

and I want to trust

and I want to have faith to put away the dagger.

But you lie, cheat, and steal.

And yet

I tolerate you.

Veil of virtue hung to hide your method

while I smile and laugh and dance

and sing your praise and glory.

Shroud of virtue hung to mask your stigma

as I smile and laugh and dance

and sing your glory

while you

lie, cheat, and steal.

How can I tolerate you.

Our guilt,our blame ,

I've been far too sympathetic.

Our blood, our fault.

I've been far too sympathetic.

I am not innocent.

You are not innocent.

Noone is innocent.

I will no longer tolerate you

Even if I must go down beside you.

Because,

Noone is innocent.

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"Disgustipated"

And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber. And took me on high, and higher still until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own midwest. And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, nay a million voices full of fear. And terror possesed me then. And I begged, "Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?" And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots! You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day and to them it is the holocaust." And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat like the tears of one million terrified brothers and roared, "Hear me now, I have seen the light! They have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul! Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers!" Can I get an amen? Can I get a hallelujah? Thank you Jesus.
Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds
on........
This is necessary.
It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky then. That made blue be your color. You had your knife there with you too. When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this. You were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt you when you woke up like this. You crawled up out of your ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk, waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. You can see the car parked far down the road and you walked toward it. "If God is our Father," you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin." Why didn't anyone else understand these important things? You got to your car and tried all the doors. They were locked. It was a red car and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat. Out across your field, you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You began to walk towards them. Now red was your color and, of course, those little people out there were yours too.

"Eulogy"

     He had alot to say.
     He had alot of nothing to say.
     We'll miss him.
     So long.
     We wish you well.
     You told us how you weren't afraid to die.
     Well then, so long.
     Don't cry.
     Or feel too down.
     Not all martyrs see divinity.
     But at least you tried.

     Standing above the crowd,
     He had a voice that was strong and loud.
     We'll miss him.
     Ranting and pointing his finger
     At everything but his heart.
     We'll miss him.

     No way to recall
     What it was that you had said to me,
     Like I care at all.

     So loud.
     You sure could yell.
     You took a stand on every little thing
     And so loud.

     Standing above the crowd,
     He had a voice so strong and loud and I
     Swallowed his facade cuz I'm so
     Eager to identify with
     Someone above the ground,
     Someone who seemed to feel the same,
     Someone prepared to lead the way, with
     Someone who would die for me.

     Will you? Will you now?
     Would you die for me?
     Don't you fuckin lie.

     Don't you step out of line.
     Don't you fuckin lie.

     You've claimed all this time that you would die for me.
     Why then are you so surprised to hear your own eulogy?

     You had alot to say.
     You had alot of nothing to say.

     Come down.
     Get off your fuckin cross.
     We need the fuckin space to nail the next fool martyr.

     To ascend you must die.
     You must be crucified
     For your sins and your lies. [sic]
     Goodbye...




       "Aenima"

     Some say the end is near.
     Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
     I certainly hope we will.
     I sure could use a vacation from this

     Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
     Freaks

     Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
     The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
     Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
     Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

     Fret for your figure and
     Fret for your latte and
     Fret for your hairpiece and
     Fret for your lawsuit and
     Fret for your prozac and
     Fret for your pilot and
     Fret for your contract and
     Fret for your car.

     It's a
     Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
     Freaks

     Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
     The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
     Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
     Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

     Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
     Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
     Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
     Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.

     Some say the end is near.
     Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
     I certainly hope we will cuz
     I sure could use a vacation from this

     Silly shit, stupid shit...

     One great big festering neon distraction,
     I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.

     Learn to swim.

     Mom's gonna fix it all soon.
     Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be.

     Learn to swim.

     Fuck L Ron Hubbard and
     Fuck all his clones.
     Fuck all those gun-toting
     Hip gangster wannabes.

     Learn to swim.

     Fuck retro anything.
     Fuck your tattoos.
     Fuck all you junkies and
     Fuck your short memory.

     Learn to swim.

     Fuck smiley glad-hands
     With hidden agendas.
     Fuck these dysfunctional,
     Insecure actresses.

     Learn to swim.

     Cuz I'm praying for rain
     And I'm praying for tidal waves
     I wanna see the ground give way.
     I wanna watch it all go down.
     Mom please flush it all away.
     I wanna watch it go right in and down.
     I wanna watch it go right in.
     Watch you flush it all away.

     Time to bring it down again.
     Don't just call me pessimist.
     Try and read between the lines.
     I can't imagine why you wouldn't
     Welcome any change, my friend.

     I wanna see it all come down.
     suck it down.
     flush it down.

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