Watch the broken common man Drown his sorrows at unhappy hour Dirty and sweaty with just enough to get by Calluses on his hands, calluses on his soul
Turn on all the lights and punch them out All four burners going, pile it on fire Metal sparks in the nuclear box Fist through a window pane And our broken
We killed a lot of innocent civilians To us every civilian in Baghdad was a terrorist [Incomprehensible] now in civilian clothes That makes everybody
The hour of reckoning draws near Judgment day is here and gone Sweetly she takes me into her arms A liquid embrace to chase the day away Sedate numb,
Flickering lies glazed cornea creating cerebral corpses A senseless data overload a prime time hypnosis bow to idiot box Self-induced anueretic sty waves
lamb The lamb The Lamb of God I cannot find the lamb The lamb The Lamb of God Did you hide the lamb? The Lamb of God The Lamb of God The Lamb of God
Whine, whine, whine How can you afford to throw me those looks When you haven't pulled the bloody wool From over your eyes yet? How can you say those
I want some hatred on through This pain to feel you're fading They say stop be more gentle It seems I walk this hard trail alone Come danger take them
As the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper Thoughts turn acrid and curl like cigarette smoke Rising from a butt ground out on my arm Step into this
Ripped out all the options Busted broke still drunk On hubris and the night from the night before Mechanically destroying the self, pushing Annihilate
Why the fuck is he poor? JJ the whore. Why the fuck does he not have a home? He needs a comb That fucker is to poor to own a clock So he sucks the cock
The public wants what the public gets Lazarus himself wouldn't rise into this world Decry relativity damned petulant For seeing through a Trojan horse
Lay waste, torn asunder weak and lost in the past Obfuscates, the self mind ripped it away Cobwebs and motes in the eye of the sun God I think not, serpent
Picking crumbs from the beards of others, futile organisms with no spine. Human lice with no spine slips into a neural wreck of humanity's rot. Trust
[Incomprehensible] of the opal banded finger I will throw you into a concentric mental decline I control your elation, I control your emotion I take as
Archaic methods transfer through well in the face of mass denial Bitterness fuels the mode for the escape of mediocrity Stepping the grate, shattered
We are in this world, not of it Spreading like vermin, the last, last of the breed We are in this world, not of it Spreading like vermin, the last, last
Chopping lines in international sand Feeding blood junky habits of the elephant man Quenching his thirst with black water rising Executive outcomes on