Nothing's static So dramatic She's ecstatic She is plastic Touching her lips Flame in her hips Dopamine drip Power tripping Sunken eyelids Soda pop sips Dehydration Hedo-nation Down in Hades With the lady Of the night I Come alive Time's drippin down from our Midas cup I'm looking down but seeing up She's drinking blood on video Marcus Antonius with his Cleo patra, when I am looking at ya I see shaded pastures, greener than before Of your stature — statutory rapture; of the devil girl next door Club inferno, we'll flare out with the rest of them She said: What do I care, most fun is had down below Don't wanna fly where there's no air with the rest of them The burning flame melts all residual snow Burn it all to a crisp Silver tongue girl with a lisp Just come give us a kiss — Nothing better than to end like this Second circle of hell When you're in it, it's harder to tell, Where the high [and] hangover switch: I am bewitched, with you in this ditch Age old story Boy and girl, so boring She appeared before me “Outta purgatory” Devil girl who showed me underworld untold, she's got a stranglehold on my whole soul Lucifer, we will chase you out of Earth She said: what do I care most fun is had down below Bash Gabriel's head with his horn in a gleeful mirth The burning flame melts all residual snow Second circle of hell When you're in it, it's harder to tell Where the high-hangover switch.. I am bewitched, with you in this ditch Just look ahead, don't mind the swell It gets real good after the dizzy spell The lovers’ quarrel at the end of our times The cataclysm — yet I'm feeling just fine [I'm feeling] great! We feel elated, there’s no more need for Sanctity and purity and lurid insecurity The gates are open everyone can join Our perfect liberation of this burning sensation Some call it love or lust or being young I call it slavery of the wildest kind of fun The dream that they’ll [have] never ever dream[ed] of I don't need a buddha, there will never be enough Judas Priest speaks the sermon starts Congregation's spirit is off the charts Until life undo us part Sanctimonious preacher hearts — listen! We will laugh to our hearts content Off the years you fuckers spent Purveyors of the right path, so swell Well, I guess I’ll see you in hell

Tired of talking to the abyss with its endless laundry list of the things that feel amiss Ignoramuses in bliss Sitting all alone at home Playing broken telephone A suburban rolling stone Rolling on down Tourist in town Fucking around Learning to count Feeling depressed Idle and stressed Who to impress Gimme that [..] I lost it all with my commute Putting up walls Sirens on mute Heart is diseased Fever won't cease Germs are immune SALT IN THE WOUND Just a little flu shot I have lost a lot more than a bit of blood It's more like a flood Save us, oh Jehovah This dream's far from over The divine reveal Show me to the feeling [Or] we'll just pretend I'll be your friend [Please] Stay until Lockdown ends Stay in your room More like a tomb This dusty womb: Pregnant with doom Saintest Mary Magdalene In your mirror I have seen The nothing that’s inside of ourselves The book of Job on the hidden shelf The void that we are All through and through Atoms and stars Dead before noon Slipping away Feeling okay[?] Turning the page Together we Tire [of] talking to the abyss As the viewpoint slowly shifts Sands of time grim reaper sifts At the beach we used to sit Now we know how lonely feels Everyone's Achilles’ heel Even those with hearts of steel Can't escape this broken seal no more Meet me with a plague mask So my toxified gas Won't spread any further There’s no love — it’s murder There's no one to save us From this fever nightmare I know life is not fair But we're kids no more Not like before I'll be your friend Stay until the lockdown ends With empathy greet Your destiny find Serenity sing Our symphony of light

She's stuck in a psychotic trance.. Abandoned her soul in the houses of France Won't you look at her provincial dance? Just yearning for her advance Branches sprouting from her wounds This is a scene from a 1960s cartoon You look at yourself and you see the moon Cooking powder by the spoon After leaving for clearlake waters I went looking for owls and abandoned sea otters It's really you in the woods It's really you, so stay hydrated I ain’t scared of losing you just got this feline fear that when I look, won’t see you. Hear a cat that’s dying yet so livid and alive Branches sprouting from her cuts What can you see with eyes wide shut? With this kind of narcoleptic strut Won't be able to leave this rut So pure that rhymes don't work anymore So senseless like a hunting carnivore It's really you in the woods It's really you, hungry for blood Drenched in the nest, can't dry off Trying to cool down, so desperate.. Thick searing hot liquid, Concentrated, no 2% up here They say the message isn't clear But nothing good ever comes easy Muddy waters, murky daughters in the ritual Skyline to where? I asked and I heard a prayer. It went “It's really you in the woods It's really you so take a dip In salty seas and clearest lakes.. It's really you in the jungle, Queen of the beasts and the insects, Find what it is you are looking for Even if you are not looking at all It's really you in the swamp It's really you, so stay hydrated” Drenched With eyes wide shut, the vision dims With eyes wide open, sinner without sins Evening, morning, and noontime, I speak and moan, and He hearkened to my voice Entangled in the marches with dead Mary and Joseph We drink the blood of Christ we eat the body of Lucifer Oh rage from lights from above, we sing it with love Through the chemtrails, we see the eyes of God In pressed pills in the shape of a cross Not all is lost. We are drenched yet dying of thirst This party's bad but I've seen worse The seeds burst from persimmons and other exotic fruit Squish it from under your boot. And inject the heat rises with every breath Hard to say if I'm right when there's no one left Tallest buildings of the world, widest arcs of the covenant Maturity immaturity delusions of grandeur crashing of the ego The id is imploding the love is eternal the fire is eternal We ascend then descend then don't land the fall with brains splattered gray matter all over the pavement and the wall And we're free Free to dance Free to sing Free to fuck up everything Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name Thy kingdom come Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven Give us this day our daily bread, deliver us from evil We are dying of thirst

When you cracked my ribs, it was the greatest thing that had ever happened to me [The] lack of air in my lungs and the blood I coughed up — Pollock couldn’t ever outdo me The catharsis I felt, your perfume that I smelled — Dior, carbon monoxide and iron Thought that I'd seen it all but this one's new: the despair that I feel with you I don't know where I'm going to sleep I don't know where I'm going to stay Baby, there is no tomorrow All we have is today When the fire fades we're left in [the] shade in our little little nowhere Found one last pill, so now we can kill little feelings that were left there We’re [flashing] red and blue. I'm in love with you and the masses won’t forgive us We stand our ground, enter the void, single touch and We’ll explode I don't know where I'm going to sleep I don't know where I'm going to stay Baby, there is no tomorrow All we have is today Picture a cliche movie scene, a teen dream sort of scenario: bloody faces with eyes sunken deeper than black holes; burnt [out] in more ways than one; a cloud of gas, stunned. Endless fun for the whole family? A cautionary tale of how not to rebel, because there is always a right way right? What is presented on your screen is a sort of youth that burns so bright that you hear about it on the 6 o'clock news. This little tale is made to soothe As they don’t fit your sense of truth As packaged by the status quo Which seems to melt like falling snow It turns to sleet and crashes down Drenching the soil over the mound Reviving hate from ages past Dumbfounded faces, all aghast This rotten corpse, modernity — The Earth has caught new leprosy Any attempts to go beyond Will be squashed.. So sing this song It’s just kids, they’re having fun A little vodka for the road Pretending they are on the run Oh yeah, the kids are having fun A little vodka for the road First stick a needle, then lick a toad Pretending they are on “a run” Imagining they are in a tv show And this is their theme song So sing along Is it so wrong? They don’t know what’s coming up next We all know that the kids aren’t okay Tomorrow is a foreign concept All that’s left is today

I wanted to go back To the time I was a teen What the fuck do you do When the whole world turns byzantine Unfettered emotions Susceptible to the ebb and flow Off capsules and potions It all comes up when I'm below Down in the dumps Across the road Can't bear the stench There’s something rotten in my soul We used to feel secure We used to be so sure We handed out brochures We used to dream of war And then it finally came We simply couldn't wait It was a joyous state Knockin’ on Heaven’s Gate But now we're not asleep We have gone in too deep And have we earned our keep This hill is far too steep Now in the valley of death Demented souls won't rest And at the shadow lords' behest Put on their Sunday best A tin foil helmet Emblazoned with the letter Q Losing my taste and smell Whatever I believe is true I have been beaten black and blue (now don't go crossing thin blue lines) My land is in decrepitude (my friend, we're running out of time) I like the one who's strong and rude There's microchips in baby food There's something lurking in the air It catches all those unprepared We can't let all of them succeed Prioritize us on your feed We'll show you things you won't believe A silver platter flat like the earth Make sure they eat their just desserts We'll show ‘em what we're really worth Down on God’s green Earth The zombies rising from the dirt Leaving bacteria on the hearth Don’t you believe a word Or you’ll get hurt We've all been lost these past few years If we're god’s sheep, give me the shears It doesn't matter what they hear Divided, conquered by the fear And you’ll go mad, King Lear Just go to sleep my dear There's nothing left for you here there's nothing left there's nothing left there's nothing left there's nothing left there's nothing left there's nothing left there's nothing left

Winds are howling at my window lights are flickering above is this what god finds entertaining making the stupid fall in love will the feeling, it sustain us when there's nothing funny left? will the future entertain us or will we be forever bereft of the comfort and of peace? of this nervous sweet release? I can not survive on cheese alone will the two of us make it home? you want all of them to see you you are never to be seen Q: what's it like being together? A: flashes of a fever dream well I guess we don't exist neither you nor me nor us always living in illusions fear of gain and fear of loss fear of comfort and of peace fear of hardships and disease I am quick to bolt and she's both the beauty and the beast why'd you take it all so seriously? scared of things living deliriously overthinking and dramatic analytic yet pragmatic childhood hidden in the attic Seasons change but what about people? here's the church and here's the steeple i can drop it it's not hard the damage was already done little fractions in our hearts isn't life just goddamn fun? sweet little nothings we’ve become sweet little lies that we had spun under neurotic summer sun I’ll see ya later, gotta run!

Re-enact the renegade wars Get your scoundrel soul on all fours And howl See your brightest parts prowl Quietly, they sneak through your cracks and crevices Forgive yourself your negligence, Don't keep em in suspense Blow your nose: “who knows some blow?” Let it snow let it snow let it snow Do your dance, let's drop and roll Fracturing your aimless whole [The] decision which precedes incision is the hardest one Drop your bombs, scream your songs And have your disgraceful fun Don't ever let those corporals forget The price at which they won Piss on the floor forever more Show them sunshine with your gun Scream and shout and mill about Sun won't shine, words won't rhyme Sounds won’t fit in time I will get what's mine Light it up, light it up Come on and fill my fucking cup Sleep in elastic band cloth Rest in the tree like a sloth About to be caught Oh darling, don't look so distraught You won't be caught if you don't let go So hold on ‘till your flesh detaches from bone Stick to your stones Paint pictures in grim tones Remove all contacts from your phone She understood To immolate you're gonna need some wood Come on The mission doesn't need revision: you just run and gun Drop your bombs, scream your songs And have your disgraceful fun Don't ever let those corporals forget The price at which they won Don't wanna see humanity Gouge out its eyes with its thumbs Rip out my vocal chords I will resign, devout and bored Religious warfare at its best At least you die for something else Pray and sway, all happy and gay Jesus saves, we will behave Just give me a sign I will give you all of mine Light it up light it up Who needs money Light it up Who needs when you have no time External Internal Financial advisors Progressives Feminists Billionaires Babies Murderers Gardeners Artists Politicians’ Mothers, Daughters Idle folk Optometri-cians Lawyers [The] Killers Street magicians Superstitions Obstetricians We all die the same: with God's proverbial bullet through our fucking brain