Can you hear them out there?
Can you hear them out there?
The war drums, the battle cries, calling you to dance
calling you to die.

Oh, can you hear them OUT THERE!
Securing the new religion with mindless, violent acts
Are you sure you want this?
Well do you believe in the revolution?
Are you ready? Let me see, let me see it.

Children, now it's time for a story
And it's about this girl I know
And how she used to trust people like priests
And police and politicians, and parents
And cowardly fucking presidents and people of power...

And all she got in return was pain
But all she got in return was pain
Oh all she got in return... was... PAIN!
And his reply, oh with the devil in his eye was shh... (hahaha.)
Just be quiet now... (hahaha.)

See it was, uh, a night of lies, it was a sick quick compromise
It was... it was the devil in his eyes
it was innocence, slithering down her thighs, it was...
it was his fucking fist in
(*punching sound* no... NOO... NO! don't, stop)
her fucking side and why, WHY! why?
Cause there was a baby (no) barely three months alive
but I survived (haha)
Too stubborn to succumb to the dripping jaws
of the dominant paradigm.
Cause it began as all tragedies do...
with a bruise and a blister, a lie and a whisper
It's spirit so deep, it's just out of reach, these hooks and...
SPLINTERS

Hey. Is there anyone here that would like to confess
They're sins to me tonight? (I just want to...)
Place your face between my thighs and talk to god
Well tell me, tell me terrible things, that's fine
Tell me your most beautiful fantasy
Tell me, tell me... tell... me... tell me why the soul must rot
Tell me why you lack a single fucking original thought
TELL MEE!

Through these jungles of fire
And past these mountains of peer power.
Well this world, this world is a fucking holocaust and it's...
Eating me. Religion has failed us.
Our leaders have failed us. All we have left... is art.
And the living fires into the eternal infernal.
So bring out your dead. Here comes the warhead.
Plagues, pestilence, disease, the fall...
of the great American suicide

Hey, wait, what do we have here?
Is it complete and total mutiny of the senses...
(yeah, yeah, yeah) .
A secret society performing social experiments
And spiritual archaeology.
Hiding beneath the cloak of heavy truth
The brutality of reality is that there is not one absent moment
that I can stop being me. i will tell you a story
5 lifetimes old, i will tell you a secret
i will let you see with my words
i will let you burn and observe for where i go
you can only follow so come with me...
i can show you faces, take you to these far away places
bring back all those hidden memories
all those terrifying moments of emptiness
rumaging through piles of life
searching for my identity just come with me...
no no! i dont want to go, i dont want to feel, i dont want to think
i dont want to rememeber any fucking thing!
just come with me ok ok ok but this is the last fucking time

And I heard it... and it was like, it was like 3: 37
or something and... someone in the alley was murdering
an animal for its skin. (*Screaming*) And it's so cold,
it's so cold out there, I can still remember it... SCREEAMM!
It was like they were skinning a newborn... baby.
(It sounds like...) Oh... and it sounds like... Armageddon.
(*whispers*)

This is a song called cutter. Same sound its the same sting
its the same collapse of everything, its the same slice
same blade, same lie, same old vein i hurt to heal now i know
its real i hurt to heal so i can feel i hurt to heal
but i dont understand i just want to be better then i am

The wind will not comfort me, Not the silence of the night
Not the shade of the blossoming moon
Or the wisdom of the infant stars
Or my beloved insecurities Or these loving scars
Swollen, completely broken
And mostly, well, still frozen In the insanity of needing you
To chase the wolves away
Beside me, in the fire, Asleep, soft and perishable
For as long... As the moment... Lasts