Come on down motherfuckers and take a long hard look at the Black
Soak your eyeballs in my god-spit cocaine and twist in the melodrama
I’m hungry for the love that makes us all freaks, sheiks and angels speak
When I ask questions - just announce the real names for the Gods sake.
Is there enough pain here for you?
Can you trace the intensity to a time when we have met before?
Are you damned enough yet to cry alone as she turns her back for a countless time?
Are you disillusioned enough to recall all of the reasons you left us behind?

They guest list me for the last supper.

Figure I’ll bring my wit, good looks and charm along for the ride but
Windswept and interesting just got bored and blown away.
It’s a bad move but it’s a certainly a step in the right direction.

I give you broken bottles across the face
Crutches for the out of place
Chairs for the dying, prayers for the weak
Soul seeking missiles to destroy the meek
Tell me:
How is the prophet of the nation?
Are we broken enough for true damnation?
Plastic insects inhabit my walls
And the humble are down where the money falls.
The war with myself rages on
In like a bullet at #1.
I’ve got paper, forms and private eyes
While high society buries higher lies
My children stare with eyes both glistening
WHile no-one cares the Gods aren't listening.
Lock the Nazarene inside his grave
Surf the helpless bastards tidal wave
The holocaust rages through my minds
Can you give me two good reasons to stay behind?
When Death announces now’s our time
I know who’ll be standing first in line.

But my head is in a different place
Tell me do you recognise my face?