Friday, September 29, 2006

Just a way of saying...

I hate what I have become to escape what I hated being.
He wants to be me and that scares him.
I scar myself you see
makes me glad that I am me
I hate therefore I am
Pseudo-morals work real well on the talk shows for the weak
But your selective judgements and good-guy badges don't mean a fuck to me
Good is the thing that you favor
My afternoon's remote control daydream milk and genocide
What I make is what I am, I can't be forever
A friend of the Devil is a friend of mine
I hate the hater, I'd rape the raper, I am the animal who will not be himself
Hey victim, you're the one who put the stick in my hand
I don't need to choose a side
"Love everybody" is destroying the value of
When you get to heaven you will wish you're in hell, when will you realize, you're already here?
The time has come it is quite clear, our antichrist is almost here
Went to god just to see, and I was looking at me
Saw heaven and hell were lies, when I'm god everyone dies
The boy that you loved is the man that you fear
We were neurophobic and perfect the day that we lost our souls
Maybe we weren't so human but if we cry we will rust
And I was a hand grenade that never stopped exploding
you were automatic and as hollow as the "o" in god
God is just a statistic
Raised to be stupid, taught to be nothing at all
Don't let them know how far you go
oh look you're just like a vcr, put something in to know just who you are
We'll never say goodbye
The only thing smiling are you dolls that I made, but you are all plastic and so are your brains
I'm not a slave to a god that doesn't exist, and I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit
I never really hated a one true god, but the God of the people I hated
we have no future, heaven wasn't made for me
Some children died the other day. We fed machines and then we prayed
Puked up and down in morbid faith you should have seen the ratings that day
we sing the death song kids because we've got no future
we write our prayers on a little bomb, kiss it on the face and send it to god
If you die when noone's watching, your ratings drop and your forgotten
but if you die on the TV then you're a martyr and a lamb of god
If god was alive he'd hate you anyway
You said I tasted famous so I drew you a heart
but now I'm not an artist I'm a fucking work of art

The grass isn't greener on the other side, we set it on fire.

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