Crawling out the shadows, Mischief smile, limp limbs, Broken bones, beaten dog crawl, Hands and feet, spit in the sink. New boy broke immaculate, Sell him for wine and sheep skin, Throw him in the cart and Whip him like an evil child. Mud brains; worthlessness Gun stains; humanless. Ice teeth, glass bones Nomads know no homes. Wicked blood thirsty you, Dressed up with horn and claw If I could run fast enough I'd run from you all. I'm scared of the dark, The way its poison penetrates my brain, It holds my head to its heart, Promises I won't sleep again. Everyone's an ice sculpture, Shaking 'round in an earthquake. You watch them teeter back and forth, Just hoping that they won't break. It comes forth in storms, Holds its victims on a leash. I held on tight as I could But the wind dragged you away from me. And the pale, empty air Fills up every day. I sit, drunk and smiling Watching faces fade away. There's an angel in a dresser Unobtainable to me. There's a light in the promised land Mine people shall not see. Please. Don't. Spill. Me.

I can watch sitcoms and smile, I can watch things blow away. I can sit in front of a television And decompose all day. I can walk with my shoulders back, Like a respectable man should. I can punch a hole in a wall, But it doesn't do much good. I can eat half my own weight, I can drink expired milk. I can sit on my ass all day, Jacking off in my own filth. I can alienate my friends, Wave to strangers as they pass, I can guzzle down each drop of liquor Like I wish it was my last. I wanna ask you how it feels To be someone's last hope, To be the only thing that keeps them On the right side of the rope. Is it draining for you? All that you must have to go through? To tolerate this vermin in your view. An ungrateful wretch writhing in what its spewed. Well if you could come here. There is something I'd like to show you, dear, The looking glass through which I cast my leer. Met with neither wet nor wipe for years. See, this here is the view From the window in my room Of all the poison, pox and gloom Which I've witnessed since the womb. It displays to me the whole mass, My whole species of sick sociopaths The likes of whom deserve no more than wrath All contained behind this fragile glass. Cuz this here is the zoo, To be witnessed only from a safe view Of the all the death, destruction, and doom That I've grown accustomed to.

Skeleton King, He was thrice the size of me Had a sword the length of a shark, And little knives for teeth. He had a great, big ship That sailed the seven seas. His crew got drunk each night And danced around on choral reefs. I drugged her up and I took her home. I locked her in a room And watched her die alone. Shoved a pencil up her cunt, A knife into her throat. Boiled the meat off, But made sure to save the bones. So I wound up on Skeleton's ship Held to the wall by nails run Through shoulder, hand and hip. They had some problems With wayward looters. They put me on a leash And sicked me on intruders. What do you want When you want what you've got? And what you've got's yourself? But its still not enough? Cuz there's rubies and emeralds And diamonds and rings, But there's still no flesh On the Skeleton King. I watched them dance right Beneath the moon, Dressed themselves like snakes, Possums, foxes, and raccoons. On some foreign sea, Far too far from home, They hung me in the gallows And watched me die alone.

(Ah. . . Ah. . . Ah-- Ah, ah, ah. . .)

I festered in this choral reef, Forever yours cordially, I could kiss you, All the folks you killed for me. I saw my brother on his knees He was puking in the sink I thought I screamed but its Not like you could've heard me. Then, I was a dumb kid, No one would've looked for me. My blue bird of freedom at its peak. I snatched your bird right out the air, What would you care? It was right there I up and burned off all your hair. I was born in a choral reef, I crawled ugly right out the sea I could kiss you, All the folks you killed for me. A miscarriage meant to be I thought sex was bad for me. I was better when you met me. Its so frightening can't you see? God's sent lightning bolts for me. Can't you come protect me? I snatched your bird right out the air, What would you care? I was right there; There was fire ravaging my hair. I died and burned in Hell And you could smell my Pieces getting grilled. I haven't a friend that I haven't killed. I festered in this choral reef, Forever your's cordially, I could kiss you, All the folks you killed for me. I saw my brother on his knees He was puking in the sink I thought I screamed but its Not like you could've heard me.

I saw you standing by the phone, I saw that you were all alone, I saw you standing by the phone. . . And so I blew your head off with an AK-47 Compliments of contradicting concepts of greater Heaven. I will never get a blow job from the girl behind the counter So I'll decimate all you sick fucks and weep alone forever. I am twice the man that you have been, A God from within a garbage bin, I'll craft my raft of serpent skin And all that sleeps and stings within. I've had my plans all laid askew, My poison tongue has come unglued, But before I am fully screwed, I come face to face with you. And so I blew yr head off with an AK-47 Compliments of constitutional co-ordinates of contraception. I will never get a handy from your dear old dad in gym shorts, So I'll desecrate the demons known as you and your cohorts. I have spent my life swept in with swine, I maul and masticate my kind, Leveling all that falls behind Tragically choking on the rinds. All good things grotesquely gleam, The lure of lust and lucid dreams. But for these sins of which I've screamed I shall never be redeemed. And so I blew my head off with an AK-47 Compliments of the castration of cantankerous, cranky old men I will never get a rim job from any Roman Gods or Goddesses So I'll instead seek to eliminate all you sentient cysts and abscesses. I've sacrificed my sovereignty For piousness and poverty The lunatics who laughed at me Now lap up what is left of me. The drum beats on within my brain, This carnage I can not sustain. But despite my turmoil and pain I celebrate a musical refrain. So I'll blow all your heads off with an AK-47 Compliments of catastrophic consequences of my conception. I will never get a blow job from the girl behind the counter, So I will instead find my pleasures in more alien endeavors. I yearn each night to run my teeth Through the devils who've put me on this leash. This battered body I bequeath Now lays face down on the street. I float above my failing frame A sloven thing so sadly slain. The folks from whom I float away In three years won't recall my name.

There Are too many people around, I feel. I propose an end to all war. Like birds given aspirin, We'll feed them, Til they'll be fed no more. I have found a viable solution, In spontaneous combustion. Yes, You could all be free, If you'd just listen to me. Why can't you all see? There is virtue in silence and Celibacy. I Declare a new tax To fall solely on the backs Of those, whom I alone, Perceive as giving nothing back. Why should I be responsible? For the many people On too low an IQ level To grasp the inevitable, that yes. . . There Should be a new law, Declaring a minimum To the amount of exercise That's given to one's jaw. And it should be illegal To advertise to people Things of a uselessness That's damn-near lethal. There shall be no more prophets, Or marionette puppets, Or conversations Longer than a couplet. And murder should be legal So long as it can be shown That the victim Was adequately guilty Of not getting it, that. . . God Will pay for his sins Against me and my friends, The few stuffed animals Left alive in my bed. You should all feel guilty, Like you've done something wrong. You'll be untying me from the rafters Before long.

I am the little boy Who followed you through the woods, The mosquito to the lamp The bird hid in the bush. I can only live through you. Manic and rude and nothing like you, A boy from a jar with a head full of screws. Vile and small, full of bile and booze. Manic and rude and nothing like you. When I was young I pretended to drown, Waving 'round my arms Until I was found. But no one saw me fall, And no one heard me scream. And ever since that day I'm drowning in my dreams. There are no holes I fit through, No exit big enough, No sun through the window, No life left in dust. I am the last man on Earth.

(Help help!) The Conception of Judas will be televised to everyone, Every boy and girl. (Help help!) The Conception of Judas will be the show of the century, The greatest show in the world. From this moment on you are cursed! Your world will turn in reverse! You'll be lower than dirt, And you won't even know that it hurts! (Help help!) From this moment on you'll refer to yourself Only in the third person. (Help help!) You'll be the sad shell of a used man who Should've been an abortion. You'll be the king of the stars, Raising Hell in fast cars. You'll have lost all your class, And we'll be feeding you trash. I have the strangest desire to consume All that coexists within my room. I have the oddest urge to be survived Only by the last man alive. I wish to desecrate, inseminate, and eliminate All that is sick and ill in your culture, And when you are weak on your knees I will be above, in roll of the vulture. You've kept me down here For the last hundred years In a dark, dusty room Filled with nothing but gloom. And you gave me pills, Bibles and books, But they've all made me ill, They were all made by crooks. You've aborted me Most mercilessly, Left my pudding brains Out for carnivores' teeth. And I've been seldom stirring, But often plotting, What is not moving Is oft-times rotting. History atests to this; A good trait's a good fist, And I've been stock piling arms With intentions to harm, And when I crawl back, I'll be holding an axe And we can debate semantics Like we're both lumberjacks. And did you ever think of me? Did you feel bad for what you've done? Cuz they never cried for me, And I never had no fun. Plants under brush Will still grow toward the light. Babies never born Scream for life. (Help help!) The Conception of Judas was a sham, It was a monkey dancing in a cage. (Help help!) The Conception of Judas was the only relic Of an otherwise dark age. (Help help!) The Conception of Judas was a man, Tired, hungry, and alone. (Help help!) The Conception of Judas was a tragedy; An empty room with a phone. Nothing will now be the same! You won't remember your name! You'll be a head on a plate! Now crushed beneath your own weight! You'll be hated by all! With nowhere left to crawl! A congregation of tears! Worn down by the cruel years!

God has killed me and every friend in town Now, all nothing more than scraps of meat on the ground. There lies Sam, with the stereo on his head. There lies Alex, with the worms run through his bed. And there lies Ian, who wished he'd just been aborted. And there lies David, who wished he'd just been aborted. And there lies young Ryan, who wished he'd just been aborted. And there lies Jeremy, who wished he'd just been aborted. I'll miss the comfort of the warm Summer's air, I'll miss the comfort of your hands pulling my hair. I'll miss the rock in my shoe, the thorn in my side, The reflections of you in my eyes. . . (In my eyes,) In my eyes, (In my eyes,) You were always in my eyes. Clara the Rabbit has been raped by the wolves. Delirious now, she tries to find her way out the woods. Grasping for balance, she falls into a thorn bush. Another mark to the fur, another scuff on the hooves. A child has died today, and on her knees his mother prayed. And though she wished it all away, it seems now its here to stay. The glass has been broken, and it will never be together again, And so on that child's grave, I sing this song for him. . . (We all pretended we were glass jars full of water, On a windowsill with light shining through. And though the wind would shake us, The sky could never take us Into the blue) The glass has been broken and it will never be together again. And when the bow breaks, the cradle will fall, And down will come baby, the cradle and all.