Don't bless me
With a prescripted response
That I wrote down five weeks before you said it.
Please, don't play the angel.
Give me right that fucking headache
I enjoy...
Deploy
A million foot soldiers
Into the grassy mind hills
Where all my fears reside
And lead-spray them in vicious kills
Until you've bled them dry.
Give me Truth.
Give me Pain.
Give me all the stupid shit we try to hide.
Because it's all in vain.
And all that courses through our veins
Is but a lie
Disguised
Inside
Some cheap refrain.
Bare your clothes my doll.
Stand naked in the moonlight
Catching beams that make you do right
All the things you do
Through all those times you stay so true right...
And paint me every picture ugly
That resides inside your mind.
Those flares of crimson brush
Thrown across the bloody canvas that defines your coldest touch.
Show me confession.
Show me regression
Into the bowels of your mental dissection.
Don't hide... Don't hide...
Like they do in their masked up intersections...
And sing with me
In harmony
These honestly putrid self-lines
That lead us apart
From the standard procession.
Ugliness is Beauty through Truth.
I'll gladly shed my roof
If it means
Catching pollution beams
But breathing the unfabricated obscene...