Mormon Bike Collision

Horny god smoking crack on the toilet
with earmuffs on his ears,
made by autistic boy scouts
with carcinogenic flesh

So you send your money for plumbing
And the dentist does his job
It's a thousand dollar buttfuck,
and you can't get enough

Intervention

"Come on now, sit down in the circle.
All smiles. We just want to help."

Affirmative. Help your own crippled ego.
I can't be blamed that I'm fucking my dreams
And you just keep dry-humping your own.
You won't ever come.

You say I'm going down.
You dictate my best interest.

Who the fuck are you?

Your ego has you caught, bleeding, in its steel jaws of death.
And the holes in my brain are bigger than your brain could ever be.

When the world is in my pocket
I'll toss you right aside
With the rest of the garbage.

Lament of Breathing Man

I'll sell my soul for another hour.

Walk on down to the crossroads, sign the deal myself.

Screaming, flailing. I'll break my own skull.

As long as I'm not you.



Walk across a sea of nails, rusty as they seem.

I'd rather be infected than have you in my brain.



I'll give my last breath just to shit on your plate.

Break my hand just to blacken your eye.

Bleed my blood to cut you.

Because I love the violence.



Violence is my opiate.

Drive myself mad for just that much more.

When my fist lands on your pathetic face,

I won't ever stop.

I'll keep on till you kill me.



I'll shit on you. I'll fucking shit on you.