"GodEatGod"
Dear god do you want to tear your knuckles down And hold yourself
Dear god can you climb off that tree Meat into the shape of a 'T'
Dear god the paper says you were the King In the black limousine
Dear John and all the King's men Can't put you head together again
Before the bullets Before the flies Before authorities take out my eyes The only smiling are you dolls that I made But you are plastic and so are your brains
Dear god the sky is as blue As a gunshot wound
Dear god if you were alive You know we'd kill you
Before the bullets Before the flies Before authorities take out my eyes The only smiling are you dolls that I made But you are plastic and so are your brains
"The Love Song"
[The bullet:] "I've got a crush on a pretty pistol should I tell her that I feel this way? Father told us to be faithful I've got a crush on a pretty pistol should I tell her that I feel this way I've got love songs in my head that are killing us away"
[The Father:] "do you love your guns?" (yeah) "god?" (yeah) "your government?"
"do you love your guns?" (yeah) "god?" (yeah) "your government?" (fuck yeah)
[The bullet:] "She tells me I'm a pretty bullet I'm gonna be a star someday Mother says that we should look away She tells me I'm a pretty bullet an Imitation Christ I've got love songs in my head that are killing us away"
[The Father:] "do you love your guns?" (yeah) "god?" (yeah) "your government?" (fuck yeah)
"The Fight Song"
Nothing suffocates you more than the passing of everyday human events Isolation is the oxygen mask you make your children breath into survive
But I'm not a slave to a god that doesn't exist But I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit
And when we were good you just closed you eyes So when we are bad we'll scar your minds
fight, fight, fight, fight
You'll never grow up to be a big- rock-star-celebrated-victim-of-your-fame They'll just cut our wrists like cheap coupons and say that death was on sale today
And when we were good you just closed you eyes So when we are bad we'll scar your minds
But I'm not a slave to a god that doesn't exist But I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit
the death of one is a tragedy the death of one is a tragedy the death of one is a tragedy but death of a million is just a statistic
[CHORUS]
fight, fight, fight, fight
Az antikrisztus szuperszrtár
"Irresponsible Hate Anthem"
I am so all-american, I'll sell you suicide I am totalitarian, I've got abortions in my eyes I hate the hater, I'd rape the raper I am the animal who will not be himself fuck it
Hey victim, should I black your eyes again? Hey victim, You were the one who put the stick in my hand I am the ism, my hate's a prism let's jut kill everyone and let your god sort them out fuck it
Everybody's someone else's nigger/I know you are so am I I wasn't born with enough middle fingers/ I don't need to choose a side I better, better, better, better not say this better, better, better, better not tell I hate the hater, I'd rape the raper I am the idiot who will not be himself fuck it
[Chorus]
"The Beautiful People"
And I don't want you and I don't need you Don't bother to resist, or I'll beat you It's not your fault that you're always wrong The weak ones are there to justify the strong
The beautiful people, the beautiful people It's all relative to the size of your steeple You can't see the forest for the trees You can't smell your own shit on your knees
There's no time to discriminate, Hate every motherfucker That's in your way
[Chorus:] Hey you, what do you see? Something beautiful, something free? Hey you, are you trying to be mean? If you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean
The worms will live in every host It's hard to pick which one they eat most
The horrible people, the horrible people It's as anatomic as the size of your steeple Capitalism has made it this way, Old-fashioned fascism will take it away
[Chorus]
There's no time to discriminate, Hate every motherfucker That's in your way
The beautiful people The beautiful people (aahh) [x4]
[Chorus x2]
The beautiful people [x8]
"Dried Up, Tied And Dead To The World"
You cut off all of your fingers Trade them in for dollar bills Cake on some more make-up to Cover all those lines Wake up and stop shaking Cuz you're just wasting time
Don't you want some of this? Don't you need some of this?
You take but cannot be given You ride but cannot be ridden Pinch this tiny heart of mine Wrap it up in soiled twine You never read what you've written
[Chorus:] I'll be your lover, i'll be forever I'll be tomorrow, i am anything when i'm high
Don't you want some of this? Don't you need some of this?
You shove your hair down my throat I feel your fingers in me Tear this bitter fruit to mess And wrap it in your soiled dress Now you must spit out the seeds
[Chorus]
Anything when i'm high
[Chorus]
Anything when i'm high
All dried up and tied up forever All fucked up and dead to the world...
"Tourniquet"
she's made of hair and bone and little teeth and things I cannot speak she comes on like a crippled plaything spine is just a string I wrapped our love in all this foil silver-tight like spider legs I never wanted it to ever spoil but flies will always lay their eggs Take your hatred out on me make your victim my head you never ever believed in me I am your tourniquet prosthetic synthesis with butterfly sealed up with virgin stitch if it hurts, baby please tell me preserve the innocence I never wanted it to end like this but flies will lay their eggs
"Little Horn"
There's an apple in the pussy mouth Now I am the dinner whore There's a tumor in the t.v. mouth Burn it out before it grows
Someone better get the dog to kick, Jaws wired shut to save the dick Out of the bottomless pit comes the little horn
"little horn is born"
[Chorus:] The world spreads its legs for another star World shows its face for another scar
Dead will dance for what is left The worms will wait with baited breath "your blind have now become my deaf" So says this little horn
"save yourself from this..."
[Chorus]
Everyone will suffer now...
You can't save yourself...
[Chorus]
"Cryptorchid"
Each time i make my mother cry an angel dies and falls from heaven when the boy is still a worm it's hard to learn the number seven but when they get to you it's the first thing that they do each time I look outside my mother dies, I feel my back is changing shape when the worm consumes the boy it's never considered rape when they get to you Prick your finger it is done... the moon has now eclipsed the sun... the angel has spread its wings... the time has come for bitter things...
"Deformography"
when you wish upon a star don't let yourself fall, fall in too hard I fell into you and I'm on my back an insect decaying in your little trap I squirm into you, now I'm in your gut I fell into you, now I'm in a rut "i lift you up like the sweetest angel, i'll tear you down like a whore. i will bury your god in my warm spit, you'll be deformed in your porn" rock star, yeah (you're such a dirty, dirty) rock star, yeah (dirty, dirty, dirty) you eat up my heart and all the little parts your star is so sharp it leaves me jagged holes I make myself sick just to poison you if I can't have you then no one will
[chorus]
you are the one i want and what i want is so unreal i'm such a dirty Rock star yeah... (i am the one you want and the one you want is so unreal)
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