Not One
Why is there always
A war to sing about
Is it that people are so fucking slow
And we just can’t see that the
Answer is right there in front of us
And the answer is that there’s not one
Under the blankets
They’re all a little strange
Singing and humming
While their faces change
Into small paper airplanes
Which spin into the air
Some land by you nicely
Some stick in your hair
There’s a message inside them
But no two the same
A collective divided
With a misguided aim
Then the lightbulbs turn purple
And the planes zoom away
And you see they don’t matter
And that’s quite okay
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Why does anybody care
What you do when what
You do’s not to them
Why does anybody care
What you think when what
You think’s not for them
Left in the darkness
A light invades your mind
It drips down your eyeballs
Then you find you’re blind
To the hate and chaos
That’s knocking at your door
And your nonpareil logic
Consumes you once more
While the sounds you are hearing
Melt into an ooze
That slides through your earholes
Making your brain a fuse
To your total connection
To the sum of all things
And though you’ll soon fade out
It’s message still rings...
Captors
Tiny needles blind my eyes
But I don’t need them
To see their lies
Hands tied together
Strapped to this chair
Stripped me naked
Cut off my hair
I can’t speak now
They cut out my tongue
And took my feet off
So I cannot run
They think they have me
But they’ll never win
They won’t absolve me
Of my sin
I gave them their religion
Through me they will be saved
And now they’ll chew my heart up
And spit it in my face
It seems inconsequential
They don’t know this is my plan
To die a cosmic vessel
At the hand of every man
They hear my thoughts now
Through a copper wire
Hooked to that gear there
Which turns that tire
It cranks a cable
Across the floor
Which slowly inches
Beneath a door
Which holds behind it
My bitter end
So I know it’s coming
Just not sure when
I’ll carry with me
This heavy weight
Of earthly burden
And ironic fate
I gave them their religion
Through me they will be saved
And now they’ll chew my heart up
And spit it in my face
It seems inconsequential
They don’t know this is my plan
To die a cosmic vessel
At the hand of every man
I will be remembered
My name will be revered
My following will gather
In about a thousand years
They’ll preach my name
Around the world
And celebrate my birth
And rejoice in a communion
For the day I left the Earth