The Crazies

Welcome to my dark place
where my hibernation
rest in a hot pool of his semen
on my conscience bell

Welcome to my cathedral
where paught has evoked its silver head
and licked the hoax clean
of its veil
     Lithium won't defy
     still mercury tells lies
And the birth of Venus
refuses to crawl from my womb head first,
stillborn with webbed flippers
   the first Siren, to be born in a cornfield,
a cornfield
       where love is arid.


And the people still smile
Edifice after edifice, not realizing
that their anger is what will kill us all,

Soon we will all be
walking donors,

haha silly fools
We drink each others blood now
Look at our generation,
 the children only see red !
  Still calling for a god
 it is egg shells you stand on to bow

Sons of crimson,
raise your edifice above this squad,
   Point your fists to your chest
Would you build a new Babylon?
   Would you agree to
   be the architect
   of the new Babylon,
   built from the requiems
   clamp filled with blodd
   of a tortured child?

You already have.


The crazies are in all of us.
Women born to break hearts and
   bestow man's sins upon others
Sheep bearing leather goats

Children sinister, believing circles live in squares.

How ould I dare bring a child
  into this globe?
You all have lost your minds.
  Yet you say, I'm crazy,
                     see what I see
     after you lick the hoax clean.
Before this stillborn beauty
 comes for us all,
    I'd give one more pleasurable night with that devious man
I'd give one more night  to love that cold woman to tears

I'd give one more night to smile,
  Though right now this
    cosmos has already told me: "we don't care"


But believe me, when the semen dries up

and I'm five
once more, and the sun doesn't appear.
    Caring?

You all will