| Current mood: | melancholy |
| Current music: | fuck what i said, it don't mean shit now... |
the sermon is over and so now I wait
for someone to pass me that money hungry plate
as they hand it to me, I grab it and hold it to my mouth
I spit on the plate and everyone gasps and they throw me out
was it simply because I refuse to pay
or because they were looking to rid me of them anyway
I earn my wages so god should earn my faith
instead he expects all my good will to go to waste
I could never find solice if it's realism it's questioned
I don't worship Satan and that was never my intention
but with a mind as closed as yours I'm surprised you can get out of bed
'cuz you sure as hell can't grasp ahold of the thoughts I have in my head
you can't even relate to me we're on two completely different pages
common sense left you at the start, I'm top - you're bottom and all different ranges
somewhere in between lies what I'm trying to express
as you walk into a wooden booth so you can eagerly confess
who makes a sin, a sin
how can a thought, be so utterly thin
realizing that there is no right a wrong has to be first on your list
otherwise when you find yourself doing wrong you'll always end up pissed
pissed off people rarely learn from a "wrong" that they commit
to you my absence of faith comes as a complete direct hit
I see the disgust on your face
how can I be part of the human race
reality scares you and it's something you can not handle
one hand holds freedom, the other a slowly melting candle
but the light switch is inches from your hand
yet you find it impossible to just fucking take a stand
fear has got you by a rope and is dragging you around
untie the knot - open your eyes - and don't make a sound
you don't have to yell, you don't have to fight
but use your eyes for something more than just mere sight
compile a list and I'll let you take your trophy home
don't you hate having a house full of people, yet still feeling alone
how does it feel to be part of yesterdays news
to someone who doesn't merit half of their incoherent views
a major role played by a major ass hole
picking through highlights of all the feelings he's stole
yet I can't hardly steal a moment because you're wrapped up with fear
I'm trying to scratch through, and I'm showering you with my tears
there's someway to get through to you and I'll die trying to find it
no way I can give up so this love I'll continually submit
a convoy of my feelings that ends in your heart
you've beaten them all so far but you've yet to even start
no matter what I say or do I can't convince you
I can feel it, here comes the pain - I'll keep trying to shine through
you'll find me crucified in the very center of your heart
each time it beats it slowly tears my skin apart
slowly making me part of you in a process that's far beyond perfection
my faith lies in you and with that we are the ultimate correction
there are many paths, it's like a maze that has no end
yet still I find my way listening to the messages you send
sometimes the nights are filled with storms and each bolt of lightening strikes a thought in my head
in my heart I hold my own church and I don't manipulate any of the things that are ever said
because my beliefs aren't set in stone
they are open for corrections, additions, and they are not alone
it goes up and up and it goes down and down
it goes side to side and it circles around and around
it's a consumption, a deposit for thoughts and opinions that differ yet carry no worm holes
starting with corruption and hell for these aren't temptation they are simply unconsumed souls
once I open my arms the after life will flock to the center that is me
they will all be curious for they see a possibility for something to be
and this will entertain you because entertainment drives your belief
but I'm on you like stink on shit and my depression is your fearful thief
I'm not a failure, I just fail at attempting to help those who refuse to help themselves
there's no changing those who detest change so you can burn in hell by yourselves
but in my world I will choose my own heaven
and it will have no connection with the number seven
there's no 666's and no 999's
no contradictions and certainly no invisible lines
no technicalities to hide behind, only opinions who some feel are truth
those who have minds that hate being confined to a personal and faithless phone booth
I am over grounded - I have over extended existence
and I certainly know that my shit is not stink less
my campaign is that of pain and yet you see that as bad
but the pain is good and you don't understand and so that makes me glad
because I have no room for people with a faith such as yours
you wander in hallways that are filled with closed steel doors
my light is replaced by the dark
in that you'll see exactly how you'll fall apart
I use my fist and I also use my mouth
I use up my anger by completely beating it out
"we're the lower gloomanti and we aim to depress
the scabralet sac religions this is golden age of grotesque"
I've got your lies in bag that isn't very small
because you've officially been labeled the biggest Satan of all
your religion is dead, and Jesus Christ is your pitiful noose
your right handed useless and Satan is your sorry excuse
"I got a f and a c and I got a k too
and the only thing that's missing is a bitch like u"
"this isn't music, and we're not a band
we're 5 middle fingers on a mother fucking hand"
so in myself my faith lies strong, true, and without complaint
but uphold your fake impression and "hold the S 'cuz I am an ain't"
you couldn't remember yesterday if the bible didn't tell you what happened
I can see that the more you read it the more your mind becomes dampened
I am your ghetto, I am who you want to be brutally destroyed
but it's too late because now my corruption has been equally deployed
I hold a rabbit in my top hat of doom
and my monkey is merely a symbol of gloom
run your empty rain down on me
your scabbed knees are a sign of how this came to be
my heart is not a playground for you to dirty with your trash
tossing out issues and dive bombing like a Kamikaze bash
until you can see like I do
you will forever remain untrue
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