I'm a murder machine. Yes, I'm running on blood 'Cause I got a cool hat. It goes well with my shoes. When covered in filth, I happily spray To the end of the day. Now I'm cumming sawdust; Puffing out of the head; Spewing out of my Lower intestinal tract, But I know how to act. With a teaspoon of tact. Now it's fading to black And I can never go back To my old relatives and Knowing what I know now, It's harder to say That people are bad if Quivering limbs Can tell me that they Can fear like a kid Whose mother has dies. Holy shit, you're denied All the feelings of warmth, All the brave certainty They elicit for spawn. As the record turns on And the sentiment's gone And I gut 'em like fish And make love to the corpse And breach reality for Every one of them who enters through The sieve of life that threshes all of you. Coming up again are drowning victims in the sand. Death crescendo. Keeping up the charade Is terrible work that's Making me die, But it's worth it 'cause I Don't think that the men Out here in the bush Can govern themselves. Those terrorist elves, They're coming at twelve For a meeting with UN depletion regimes And it's making me cream 'Cause it's not what it seems And they'll be dead by dawn As the record goes on So spin around a bit 'cause I'm a terrorist cop With terrorist friends In terrorist courts In terrorist states With terrorist ties To terrorist guys. They've got IEDs And they're in the Levant And their bodies are gaunt 'Cause they're keeping it Kosher As well as Halal From Abdullah to Saul In the Tel Aviv mall At the Chick-Fil-A shack And I can never go back To my old relatives.

Talking to myself, Vocalize those thoughts Out in the street Where passers-by can Turn their belligerent heads. Scream at the crowd, "I'm off my meds". See that dirty man And his demon brain Flailing about? I wish the state would Harshen the vagrancy laws. Put 'em in jail 'Cause we have cause. Oh Fuck! What will I do with all the Cocaine that I stole? Should I sell? Maybe I'll Get caught and go to jail. Nothing Getting me out of all the Hell I wouldn't miss. No networks, relatives or Friends to bail me out. See that dirty man? You should walk away. Soon he'll become The earth that covers All of his needle-marked limbs. Blind ignorance Is merciful.

Oh, that invisible noose gets tighter until You can't fight it no longer. There goes your will Like a ghost; parasite to the host. Fuck. I'm a wound to myself that cuts thirty feet Through the stomach, unbound and hardly discrete, With stretch marks. Cradle it after dark. Where will it go? And social interaction seems so pointless and full. I think I'm getting to a place that I can recall. It's a childhood dream And it's painful at best And I don't want to leave my house. Talk like a jibbering ass with salt in his veins And a wily old face he barely maintains. All fucked up, booze cannot interrupt War. It's a hell of a thing when you're at the front And the enemy's pulling some kind of stunt To deceive. Tangled web that I weave. Where will it go?

Murderous fantasies are how I cope with other people. They let the morning sickness die. 4 AM and the sun is barely rising As the ray's start to creep on my skin Bloodshot, like a feeling I have fought As the beams call the person within. I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care that I been here before. I'll leave you starving like the maggot that you are And I won't have to stay anymore Now I'm stuck, like a rat in a cage Getting self-destructive and bored. Giving life to a couple of slobs That I can barely afford. I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care that I never had you. Just a glimpse of the life I had led If your mother never gave me the flu. Cancer teens on the television screen As the lady reads the 10 o'clock news. There's blight and corruption in a country That's replete with military coups. I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care about the new genocide. I just want to crawl into a hole, Put my fingers in my ears and hide. Drive to work with another headache From the benzos and the caffeine. Feels like a nuclear strike That I saw in a magazine. I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care about the others around. Let me disappear into the sea. Let my body never be found.

Half asleep. Half undead. Half a mind. Half a head. Have a laugh at your expense 'Cause no one comes to your defence. Trembling hands fail to sign What is yours and what is mine. I take it all because I can. Does that make me less of a man? I want to disassemble you and turn you into anyone. I need your component parts to turn you into anyone. Your average heart will disappoint. Your ligaments and all your joints And all your bones, your muscles too, Will never truly belong to you. You pass through time. The flesh evolves And look at that! Your skin dissolves. Your pores inflame, a million holes. They're portals to your filthy soul. I'm dragging along with a prayer and a song of forgiveness. I'm patient as hell for a funeral bell to relive this malignance. Have a smoke. Curl your hair And I will push your wheelchair. Does nicotine have much effect Or is your joy just indirect? Can you think back to when you knew That cigarette uplifted you? But habits form. You're just routine. You've ceased to be a human being.

Hangin' on to mercy. Hangin' on to mercy. 'Cause mercy is what's saving me right now. You were unfaithful with a man from the city, But luckily Lord Jesus will allow Hangin' on to mercy. Hangin' on to mercy. Trigger finger twitchin' with my rage. Well I could shoot you, but then I'd be missing From that spot on ol' Saint Peter's page. Time after time, I destroy you in my mind Thinkin' that your blood will quench my thirst. You never bled when we shared our marriage bed. Darling Hell, I know I'm not your first. Hangin' on to mercy. Hangin' on to mercy. 'Cause mercy is the only hope you got. Oh, I fear nothing, not a shred of reprisal 'Cause I will never let you get me caught. Hangin' on to mercy. Hangin' on to mercy. Ol' whiskey is the cure for bein' soft. Two bottles later and I got a new purpose, To hold your rotten, cheatin' heart aloft. Hangin' on to mercy. Hangin' on to mercy. Rotting in the county jail cell. Well, it ain't pretty, but at least it's better Than living in that other kind of Hell.

I got cancer so give me some sympathy. I treated your mama with callous derision. I issued a fatwa on your ill begotten neck. I've beaten your children. I've plucked out your eyebrows, But now I'm so sick, I think you gotta give me your respect. I've killed all your kittens for sexual pleasure. I made sure that they felt every little bit of me inside. I ruined your credit, and made you eat cow shit But since I got cancer, I really cannot be denied. It's spread to my lymph nodes. I fed your urethra to Mother Theresa. I think that she liked cause she asked to chew your prostate gland. I founded a think tank to make you feel overweight, But now I've got cancer, you've gotta lend a man a hand.

I'm suicidal in the morning, But by afternoon I'm fine. I'm suicidal in the morning. Need Prozac, Oxies, coke and wine. I'm suicidal 'cause my dopamine is on a Fucked roller-coaster ride. And how it's going up and down Will make my brain stem drown In chemicals that found a way to fuck my morning up. As such, I think this whole situation's fucked. I'm suicidal in the morning Because I'm loving life at night. I'm suicidal in the morning. I struggle through with all my might. I'm suicidal 'cause my doctor says I've got a brain thing that's killing me. And it's a little fleshy mass Of all mistakes in past times Where I might have lived too fast and buried all my senses deep. At least today Heroin is cheap.

I can't wake up again knowing life after midnight. Reveries fall behind, holding court in the breakroom. Annihilation, my only day-to-day routine. Annihilation. Escape to where it's all serene. Annihilation. And you confront yourself Within the holy setting of your dream. I feel tired every day. Perhaps it's just anticipation . Coursing Serotonin rush paralyzed beneath the bedsheets. The flies are buzzing. Their tiny legs Exerting pressure up in my brain. I hear their footsteps. They echo through The empty space of me and you. The kid is teething. He's screaming loud And I would kill him if I weren't so proud. Of my reflection in human flesh. The urge gets stronger. I must confess. Shadows loom on the wall beckoning with ragged fingers, Emanating from the crib, lengthening across the ceiling.

Try to be vacuous to mask hostility. Don't fight the world around you. Just be silent so that they'll ignore you. Break the funk by drinking on your own. You've got a desktop cactus. He's the smartest one of all of your work peers. Drinking schnapps while on a conference call. Why did your wife get pregnant? Oh, that's right, you liked it raw when you were 21, But since then you fucking wizened up. Your wife, she got her tubes tied. Evil lies happily beneath a toothy grin. Ignore the venal assholes. Just remember you're slowly becoming one of them by working here. Social ties are broken easily. A tidy severance package. Burning bridges, laughing and revelling in my just reward. Not enough. Gotta leave 'em wanting more. I'll get a Wal-Mart shotgun Puss out at the last minute and instead shoot cans on fence by the freeway. Stumble home. Kiss my wife upon the cheek. Thank God she got her tubes tied.