Eating Crackers
in a Fourth Story Apartment After Having $10,000 Stolen
When I go out walkin'
I whistle and wonder why
They say to me that everything's O.K.
When they hardly even try
You hold me and you coddle me
With a nature so demure
No time to think about loneliness
When love's my only cure
Vitamin pop culture
Swallow industrial lies
Stare at a computer
As I gaze into her eyes
Sit here acting dreamy
'Cause I'm always insecure
I'm not asking for anything
I ask only for more
Your life's already planned out
With your color-coded key
You took into account everything
But you never planned on me
Look into the future
Future's on your side
Working for a living
When there's nothing left to buy
Look into the future
'Cause it just ain't hard to see
The time you fought for nothing
You never fight for me
When I go out walkin'
I whistle and wonder why
They say to me that everything's O.K.
When they hardly even try
You hold me and you coddle me
With a nature so demure
No time to think about loneliness
When love's my only cure
Vitamin pop culture
Swallow industrial lies
Stare at a computer
As i gaze in to her eyes
Why?
Four Years in
the Recovery Room
Shivering fear in jellied eyes
nylon ropes across my thighs
everything is real to me
morphine meals and morphine dreams
dying thoughts in a chewed-up brain
body is entombed in pain
i aint got no one to call
i can't feel my pulse at all
worn out bones push thru my face
Red lights keep my heart on pace
doctors who will care for me
chaplains who will pray for me
Four strong limbs that I can't use
there's no fate that's left to choose
wooden splits that scratch at me
test my sensitivity
well i got doctors and the nurses who are looking after me
and everyone is waiting for a full recovery
i'm staring at the ceiling and i cannot feel the floor
and i'm calling to my mother and she's walkin' at the door
i'm livin' off of glucose and i wonder if i'm dead
there are needles in my veins and there are needles in my head
i'm talking to my hands but they wont talk back to me
i'm trapped inside a body that wont let my mind be free
Dive
Pick me, pick me, yeah
Live alone, lone single
At least, at least, yeah
Everyone is hollow
Pick me, pick me, yeah
Everyone is waiting
Pick me, pick me, yeah
You can even pay them
Hey
Dive(x3)
Dive in me
Dive(x3)
Dive in me(x3)
Kiss this, kiss that, yeah
Live alone, lone single
At least, at least, yeah
You could be my hero
Pick me, pick me, yeah
Everyone is waiting
Hit me, hit me, yeah
I'm real good at hating
Hey
Dive(x3)
Dive in me
Dive(x3)
Dive in me(x3)
Dive(x3)
Dive in me
Dive(x3)
Dive in me(x3)
Dive(x3)
Dive in me
Dive(x3)
Dive in me(x3)
Drum Solo
Read, learn
Love your neighbor and always show concern
Fight, drive
Work hard at your job from nine to five
I dont care what others say
I'll still love you anyway, yeah
Why try?
I'd rather take a back seat than
Learn to live a lie
Get ahead
Gotta keep up or your soul will not be fed
If life's just all about breakin' even,
What's the sense in even livin'? yeah
Weepin' till dawn
I cant go on
Everything's wrong
All hope is gone
Tears are welled up in my eyes
And i no longer see
No matter how she always tried
Can't be near with me
Tears are falling down my face
As salty as the sea
I wail and sigh and weep and cry
And no one knows but me
Weepin' till dawn
I cant go on
Everything's wrong
All hope is gone
One two three four
I walk under thunder
And look up and wonder
What can be happening to me?
I gaze from my steeple at thousands of people
But no one looks up here for me
I open the oven
And look at the coven
Of witches who stir up the stew
I'm eating their meal
It's my soul that they steal
To cook up in their witches brew
Well livin' ain't easy
And lovin' is cheesy
So what am i left here to do
I'm stuck on a treadmill
At the end of my tread
Is my dream that will never come true
I'm not satified with my reality
But my fantasies never endure
The witches have placed sprinkled their spell over me
And have left here to die on the floor
Subliminal
Flashing pictures on my screen
Shown too quickly to be seen
Does not register in my conscious mind
Propaganda of another kind
They're fucking with me subliminally
They're fucking with me subliminally
Danger - Nightmare
Doomsday - Nightmare
Murder - Nightmare
Nightmare, Nightmare
Watching TV I start to cry
For no reason I don't know why
Could it be from messages on my TV
Which I'm getting subliminally?
Mind control the easiest way
Sponsered by the C.I.A.
It's a weapon you cannot see
It's propaganda subliminally
The Girl Song
one two three four
girls all around me
they just astound me
what the fuck i'm gonna do?
the girls in the halls
and the girls in the malls
and the girls on the beach
and the girls in the street
they all surround me
i think they're gonna drown me
Estrogen burning
my stomach's churning
makeup and hairspray
and lipstick and perfume
rings and such accessories
matching bra and panties
female vigilantes
Out to destroy masculinity
girls with their hair flyin' out in the air
Stop to tan their skin out in the sun
gazing at them was my pasttime of summer
but they all want my motherfucking drummer
girls at Carvels and girls in hotels
Suck nothing but the money from my pay
This may sound nihilistic
and slightly chauvanistic
To all y'all who hide
Behind the eyeliner and lipstick
what can i say its a mascara nightmare
mascara nightmare, mascara...
girls with their hair flyin' out in the air
Stop to tan their skin out in the sun
gazing at them is my pasttime of summer
but they all want my motherfucking drummer
girls at Carvels and girls in hotels
suck nothing but the money from my pay
This may sound nihilistic
and slightly chauvanistic
To all y'all who hide behind the eyeliner and lipstick
what can i say its a mascara nightmare
mascara nightmare, mascara...
it's a mascara nightmare
mascara nightmare
mascara no!!!
