Rhyming rituals of righteousness

As snakes crawl through these visuals

Not to be dramatic

And sanity slathers it's foaming saliva on the viciousness

Why'd you bring us here

Was it our, or your needs

In a feedlot frenzy we wash our guns in bluing blues

As reality becomes a tear

Fuck the monkey

Sunny days are coming and the pane is gone.

I saw the rain on it and the end of a death march

Now it's gone and the funky monkey is fucking cholos on Santa Monica Blvd.

(How's that Mr. America)

Wrap yourself in security

Linus couldn't live in

Crawl above the velocity

Then bow before the sin

A poetic license to kill

("Hey man, he said it was ok")

With all the frills frolicking fools live by

Looking past that windowsill with a view of nowhere.

Free Birds and loose associations

In a nation of neuortics

While War Pigs wallow past each nation

And generals become psychotic.

Spit the passion on your chin

As it drips, do it again

In the end, no one wins

Like statuary cast in sin

Fuck me

What have I become?

wordmills in the wind

Dead babies crying for Buddhist blessings, or another life.

Rape me Jesus

Irreverence, sacrilege, misspelled periods of prayer

"I can't get no relief."

As the dead ones wander past my window

And those childhood prayers end with a beating

Fuck you Jesus

Do you remember her?

No, you forgot

And now we're all insane

But not for long