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As the official representative of the (?? Conforming Society for a valid society I must remind you the tenants of being a valuable citizen Take your vitamins Whiten your teeth Sharpen the edge Comb your hair Don't slouch Watch your tone Believe in god Obey the law Don't cry Buy now Never live Never try Never feel Never lie Love the day Fear the night Do as we say Obey Obey Obey We'll bury our mistakes We'll burn the remains Piling corpses in ritual flames Smothering out Any shadow of doubt Don't bother thinking We'll do it for you You see I have really weird days I have really good days And I have really, really, really bad days But the authorities have assured me Never to fear That they'll soon have me cured Just fill this prescription Take this pill Take this sting Take your meds to help your head And I did But things still seem to hurt me I take my meds to help my head But things still seem to hurt me I take my meds to help my head But things still seem to hurt.. There's several things I'd like to do before exothermic oxidation decides to consume my soul of hungry ghosts I would like to fuck a supermodel every night for six consecutive weeks I want to lead an ancient army into battle I want to sleep on a bed blanketed with the skin of my enemies I want to own a nation I want to be crucified on a mesquite tree and resurrected three days later I want to negotiate a multi billion dollar deal in a boardroom on the 666th floor in downtown Manhattan or wall street or Taiwan or some other metropolis that's just feeding off of its consumer fetishes I wanna fight as a gladiator in Ancient Rome I wanna pleasure the innocence out of four willing wonderful women in a sacred sex ceremony of blood and flesh I wanna capture the heart of a brilliant, decadent, wonderful artist and never give it back I wanna finally find thinkers, believers, seekers Those who are sick of living this mundane social identity of every day waking to put on the same cultural costume just so the others won't look at us differently I wanna finally realize the honor, the power, and the perfect opportunity I have of being locked away in this damaged, beautifully flawed skin prison (Sound of pages turning) Hi, listen um, why don't you just have a seat And um.. no really, just sit down, stay calm What I have to tell you, is quite upsetting For you See, last night I took your girl Or maybe it was your wife Into my mouth Like she was a communion wafer all figured out by a smiling beguiling poet to an honest sinner Her body is bread Cleansed my sin in a sweet, greasy feast that will never, ever cease, to amaze her I ate her for hours Listening to her cries for help Swallowed, tasted, enjoyed, digested, and then shat back on the blankets in the coma sleep Did she tell you? Did she speak of this? Her terror for once enjoying herself? Did she describe the beautiful steam? The scratching the tension of pulling, the sucking Did she tell you I buried my fingers in her deep enough to cause pregnancy? Did she explain the rhythm? The pulse, the gathering climax? Did she pretend not to care, but you could see it in her eyes Did she giggle a little about being cannibalised? Did she tell you that? Did she? No? Huh, well she smelled like fresh melon and ocean air I can tell you that