Put a dirty necklace around your wrist and say it's slit,
Punch me in the face and then turn me into shit..
Wireless phones and cigarettes,
going on job-interviews with tourettes..
You promised me a heart, but then you gave me a lung..
Now every f*cking artist in the castle is hung..

The pictonary fiction is just dead memory waste,
Influenced by TV-GOD and being so praised..

We feed machines to pump the fear out
Inject your shots and eat through straws..
Tell your friends to tell a friend
that God is here, and he'll descend..
Aitch-bone bastard celestial master
Artificial normality won't do it any faster..
Stand-by flow is not a choice
scarred for life in a gunshot pose..

My mavourneen Halloween
I'll use my forks to eat your spleen..

Attracting aura sodomy and cancer
Killing coffee's exotic little dancer..
Fructous and frowst inadequacy prison
Torturing the flowers in a judarian prism..

Censurable censors terrible offenders
throwing all the logos in the big-boy blenders..
Kill yourself and decode the decorative dishes,
Buy last years magazines and correct them with red stitches..

In a world in your mind everybody died
Faces or feces? I can barely decide..

lick the remains of your youth between your teeth..

If you say what everybody thinks then you will get hanged..
The gallows are unforgiving for giving you death and restricting your breath..

Live through others before you dear speak..

When i sit down i don't know what to think,
when i stand up i don't know what do drink...
it's like watching a movie from my eyes point of view,
and telling my arms and legs just what the hell to do...
I'm feeling dizzy, i'm feeling sick,
I'm feeling sissy, i'm feeling licks...
i wanna go to the playground, wanna play, wanna be 6 again...
i wanna say no to the same ground as i walked upon when i turned seven
and got to heaven...
last year i was eleven,
next year i'll be twentyseven...
i don't know how old i am so i'm guessing i'm not born.
and from the look of my brain,
i'd guess i'm not sane
not insane
sane and insane, pain in the drain,
insane in the brain,
walking the wrong lane,
stalking the wrong Kain...
using the wrong kane...
This is sick sick sick...
I don't just wanna eat dirt in the playground...
I wanna cut to commercial...

I'm shaking like the energizer bunny,
I'm killing all the people who I used to find funny..

If I can't see the world exactly as it is,
I'll just record it with my beloved VHS...

As it rewinds I watch the cursive name,
that seemed so important when it were to blame...
So wear your Coffee-mask and pretend your happy,
when really your a crash test dummie in hell...
We're insects on mirrors
and we pray to the rolled up magazines...

The angels are crippled and playing dead in front of God.
Dead angels are humans with their eyes taped shut
and metalhooks holding up their brains on talkshows.

We're insects on mirrors
and we pray to the rolled up magazines...
The angels are crippled and playing dead in front of God.
Dead angels are humans with their eyes taped shut
and metal hooks holding up their brains on talkshows.
Make a 15-minute long distress call with your cellphone in jail.
Put the clowns on prozac or they will fade.
The windows are open and our lips are ziplocked.
Wear the Coffee-mask and pretend you're happy,
when inside you're a crash test dummy in hell.
Hide behind the monkey, and pretend you are dreaming.
Burn Burn Burn.
People grow up using their fists for smashing their tombstones.
Hammer hammer, bang bang, fight fight fight,
there is nothing less..
record me on your homemade VHS...

But the pain is too much...
and you feel a stab in the back..
You fall down on your knees with a crack
and sack down, and get flushed down the drain,
where you die,
then waiting for yor return....
You hate this game, but you still yearn
to play again.
But it always ends with a flush down the drain...

I know the mirror tells you this isn't true,
but I got it all on tape...
When God is just the one left to sue,
then he's the only one left to rape.

I follow you around,
I watch your every move...
Everywhere you go, I follow you there...

I'm drawn to you, I don't know why,
I can't stop looking, I know you'll die.

I drop a rock on you.
It smashes you to the ground.
Helpless and suffering.
I cry for you...
I'll die for you...

You try walking away,
I keep watching you...
I don't know what to say,
what have I done to you?

You lie down in the grass,
and I watch you disappear...

I run away, trying to forget this ever happened...
But everywhere I look, I see you..

I see you in the water that I drink,
I spit it out..

I see you in the food I eat,
I spit it out..

I see you in the TV,
I turn it off..

I see you in my eyes,
I tare them out..

I see you in my dreams,
I never wake up..

You haunt me forever..

I'm sorry..
Please forgive me...

Kill the different, kill the different,
who said we aren't independent?
Ignore the victims, ignore the victims,
who said murder isn't kind?

I wan't it, I take it, I fake it, I replace it...
who said wasting lives was crazy?

Girls on tape and we don't mind,
infact, let's put this on REWIND...

The water is dripping,
The ripper is ripping,
and we're slowly slipping
away...

The reflection in the TV is god.

Just END IT!
I don't care anymore,
Just END IT!
There's NOTHING to say ANYMORE!

Blue man standing on the coast,
Lying about feeling happy...
He's the man that cries the most,

He watches his boat sail away....
He doesn't CARE!
His blue world is now grey,
A heavy tear...

The empty rain lightly kills him,
like dope...
the distant sun, slightly fills him,
with useless hope...

Blue man walking...
Blue man walking...

When will the pain stop?...
He feels like a never ending raindrop...
falling,
falling....
Falling to the ground....
Again,
and again,
and again with no sound...
Except his heart pound...

He cries again,
wondering when
will it end?

Blue man walking...
Blue man walking...

He can't see the boat anymore...
He doesn't have the strength to float anymore...

He takes his knife,
He ends his life...

He sinks down in his mind...
feels like drowning...

Blue man cries,
Blue man dies...

Dead man walking...
Dead man walking...

All his life, he's been waiting for death,
now it's here...
He can almost hear it...
He doesn't fear it...
He's near it....

The knife is red of blood....

He leaves his body...
He's in a long hallway...

Dead man walking,
Dead man walking,
Where he goes,
nobody knows...

Rain on the window,
Pain on the inside...
Thunder and lightning,
a silent scream so frightening...
What exists is not scary,
but what don't is very...
I'm never asleep,
and never awake...
I try counting sheep,
and then drown them in the lake...
How can reality seem so fake?
I don't belive it,
but I still wan't to leave it...
There's no one outside,
except a black cat that recently died...
I'm an opened book in space,
floating in fear...
I won't leave a trace,
except my salty tear...

You hate this game, but you still yearn
to play again.
But it always ends with a ROYAL FLU$H down the drain...

THERE IS AN EXIT HERE