We were abducted long ago,
Our souls held for ransom,
Captured and enslaved by the dreams of men
Spooked and scared by phantoms,
“Give it back, give it back!”,
But the alien fiend won’t grant us such,
And they blame the homie down below,
What was done was warranted, I know that much…

It only takes a few minutes for an idol to burn,
Funny how some shit made out of a bunch
Of fragile wood can come crumbling down
And be reduced to ashes for an urn,
Now sit back,
Watch and learn,
They say I’ll be damned if I do this
But that’s a fact I’ve already discerned,
My soul was put up for sale long ago,
In my veins, the litanies shall always flow,
Get yourself some gasoline
And watch the flames grow,
Nothing bad ever came from a
DIY inferno; crackling sounds are
So pleasing to my ears, it
Might as well be an orchestral concerto!

Don’t paint me as a victim of possession,
“This thing told them to do it!”,
I fuck with that crazy son of a bitch
But following orders is plain stupid,
Not beholden to someone else’s whims,
Living in someone else’s shadow seems
Real dark and grim,
Enough reason to tear myself apart at the seams…

Even non-believers will say that it’s a tragedy,
Condemn and crucify, say that it was bad of me,
Shedding tears and offering comfort for some
Wood that turned all chewed up and raggedy,
I guess the fear still resides deep within,
Pious to the core, still scared to sin,
Good graces these schmucks
Are still trying to win,
Fuck it, why am I listening
To the people I’m otherwise dissing,
Wondering why the hell it’s the bigger
Point that they’re missing,
Staying condemned from birth,
Not even trying to break free,
Dulling that most youthful urge,
Grumbling angrily as they see it
Alive and well in me!

While I’m a bottom, most likely,
I’m not keen on trying to submit,
Rather piss in the main stream
Than swim in that sea of shit,
Our places of worship
Have always been a bunch of jails,
I’m starting to think that Heaven
Might actually be Hell,
They say I’ll grow out of it,
Childish fantasies these are,
But I’m getting older and I want nothing
More than to be out of this,
Guess I’ll just never have to grow up,
Watch ‘em get royally pissed
Drunk on whatever the hell’s
Being fed to ‘em nowadays,
I stopped paying attention long ago,
Assuming I ever was; can’t keep up with the newest phase,
Furrowed eyebrows of confusion as someone
Brings to attention the newest craze,
People read my messages,
Tell me that I’m devilish,
Well, I am an accuser, an adversary,
Determined to flood the collective unconscious
So you fuckers remember this,
“Are they wicked and malevolent?
Broken, misguided, in need of treatment or dismemberment?
Vile, evil, maniacal terrorist?”
Fuck off, I’m not answering any questions…



You say that the rambunctiousness
And discord is little else but
Pure, jumbled mania, carnage
Without rhyme nor reason, thus
Violent; these are all true, yet it
Is the meaning of freedom, of being
Unchained, living like wolves
Rather than automatons…

Declare, you do, that the opposite,
That foul imposition of control,
Of symmetry, understandability,
Congruency, sensibility, is the
Real way of things, but outside of the
False constructs, I find this idea to
Be sorely lacking in any
Validity at all…

Pipedreams are required to even gain a
Mere sliver of a chance of fulfilling the
End goal of this inane desire, this utopian
Need for stability, boring and dull stagnation…

Outside of the idiocy of charlatans and frauds,
An individual can gaze all around and find
Zero trace of its alleged existence, for outsiders
Balk at the idea of being steamrolled over for convenience…