Nil 1

The dogs we've left to die
This slate is a burial ground
With cataracts and cancer bound
I leave you to fetch your purpose
Eternal return
Until I throw it again
Feast of mange

Crawl underneath the porch
And know I will be alone
Like a child with a terminal affliction
Your burden is safe with me

I laugh at my own tragedy as I weep
Wrong place, wrong time, same story
This soil holds enough to feel held
Swallowed by the flowers of hell

Invisible hands shove my head into a burlap sack
With warm rope to hang above my God's hole
Lay down, play dead, be a freak
That's where I lost your touch, it must be
Otherwise I wouldn't have a fucking clue
Not with these cards dealt
I swear on this grave, I'm afraid of the end
I'm afraid of the end

I want to show you something
A portal to nothing
Where Ronald Reagan can go suck a fucking
Capitalist cock
And stab the mirror
So we can see me clearer
Crystallized within my man-suit disguise

Blood intent
Jet fuel oil
Back in time
Superman style

With blood intent
And jet fuel oil
I'm back in time
In Superman style

Test drive, baby blue plutonium and
Old Misery burns

Futile noise never could have reached his enemies
How much money are they paying you to be here?
Embodiment of the fucking Antichrist
(But really though)
Epstein didn't kill himself
(He was fucking murdered)
Fear and love have no place here
They're obsolete
Kiddie porn dungeon
Fear, love
Fear, love
Fear, love

I'm just taking pills
Just my pills
Spear-chested, following a path I can change

Annihilation in the sky above the time weaver
Fourth dimension fabric tears the living receiver

Oh, as if my SATs
prepared me for this
Tell the doc I'm just
Taking the piss
At the clinic next to ground zero
Serving up deliverance

Come one, come all
Thoughts and prayers
Swallow your share

Got mine before
You don't care
Came in first somewhere

Buried alive
Kept outside
New place to hide

Baby drop
Sweat shop
Hold me down so that I'll never stop