Been misconstruing And noodling constantly As of late And the focus retained Is exfoliating on a dinner plate Left from last night May Jesus be with you In everything that you do And may he crush the smut That's opened up the Vuuz

Lend me your skin a jar when it peels I’ll glue them together when a dream becomes real I’ll surrender to you in these photograph fields And I know I’m a kid with these training wheels And I don’t want to wake up again So we spat in the dirt, tried to plant some good will The machine was still running but the system was still I’ll reduce all that matters to a sacred heart pill I believe in a something, a thing of some sum And the sun don’t mean nothing but black Amen I’m a mister, a missus, a king and a turd Tried to pick up my brain but it wasn’t my turn You can strike me down but the kids’ll return So I hope you remember to slip, slop, slap ‘Cause it won’t be so cool when you burn

Freehand fungus Like bibled histamine In spirit Arrive to Hades I don’t know no One where I am Writhing oh so Slowly in the mind Milkyway quintillion Make it sacred Kiss your open wound on sunset poison prayer A seedless skin confession Mazel rising The people didn’t Get the hinting And splintered ‘cross the Earth like Sprinkles And fizzled in the Dirty aerosol Air amidst the sky Milkyway quintillion Make it sacred Kiss your open wound on sunset poison prayer A seedless skin confession Milkyway quintillion Chosen candles Set the world alight to show what’s done’s undone And not to be restored Sundials turning As he walks The Tribulation Of Revelation I am drinking Thinking ‘bout The war impending Sleeping over time Milkyway quintillion Make it sacred Kiss your open wound on sunset poison prayer A seedless skin confession Milkyway quintillion Chosen candles Set the world alight to show what’s done’s undone And not to be restored

Unveil your impulse into designing me Realign me your piety In the thoughts you collect of me Make good before she knows Make good before she knows Make good before she knows Make good before she knows Honour me the fault that destroys yet defines unique Out of line just enough to seek More forgiveness than I may need Make good before she knows Make good before she knows Make good before she knows Make good before she knows

Blessed all things in reverse of existence Assembled in hope and out of its mind It’s not a question asked With solution in sight at all I’m engaged to doom that I expect of the way That I allow all grief to know me by name But if identity had dimensional face I would laugh at it If I can be a sentient thing To know what I can use I don’t know it I will never know This is the way all people become A wasted chord of music Something in decay ‘Til silence Learning the facts misconstrued from the start Is a pending hurt and hard to unlearn If not an age too soon You could switch it all off from you If an antique thought of a fairy tale You created in an afternoon nap Is alive as much as an average Christmas Day If I can be a sentient thing To know what I can use I don’t know it I will never know This is the way all people become A wasted chord of music Something in decay ‘Til silence 'Til silence

He should participate with his friends Fashion some mem'ries to remember him This is a wager on all your patience And you shall partake of this Nobody sees the fatal reason Chosen for all disappointment

I'd prefer Not to exert What I'm considering for me Wilted out Need to refresh What I'm dehydrating Love escaped Through the empty ear So I kicked you in the skull And it trickled down your mouth Into your Heart of chalk I'm dark enough to read it So I scraped you on my eyeballs And I saw through you like ISIL Making a threat to bait me Sorry I am full, I've eaten

So you eschew me Now you’ve achieved enlightenment Want to abuse me For the amusement of my friends You’ve done your penance To run the errands for the queen I’ve served my sentence By desecrating her machine A swarm of locusts In form o’ confiscated pistols Of the public That face the currents of the mistral Of amendments And yet there’s malcontent until The brunt of hell hits To which you sit for your salvation in New Auschwitz Well don't cough, don't cough on me 'Cause I don't want what you have Well don't cough, don't cough on me I don't need that Well don't cough, don't cough on me 'Cause I don't want what you have Well don't cough, don't cough on me I don't need that Still you avoid me Though you're the one who is contagious Disappointing Sick with denial of the ages And your reason's In competition with your logic Your opinion And the pseudoscience of it Needs protection Authentication of the origin And language In correspondence with the rhetoric In the usage Inoculated to a deiforming needle Just hope to God he sees the humour In his people Well don't cough, don't cough on me 'Cause I don't want what you have Well don't cough, don't cough on me I don't need that Well don't cough, don't cough on me 'Cause I don't want what you have Well don't cough, don't cough on me I don't need that

Eulogy in pieces The first of May Squandering your freedom Whence you killed your babe There are creepy crawlies Hallowing your brain Learning how to walk And never to again Eulogy in pieces All the while I bide For though the freeze abodes me She’ll return to mind Love for melancholy Sallow-dyed and thin Pride becomes her folly Formaldehyde, her scent Write me in your fiction I know to pretend Save your false reunion Lasting without end Eulogy in pieces All the while I bide For though the freeze abodes me She’ll return to mind Weeding from my time growth I’m alien Unseen in the hills Of a wintry motor inn Dims my tawdry halo Sick and dead of truth Could it be the human's The last to pass on through Eulogy in pieces All the while I bide For though the freeze succumbs me She’ll return to mind So it is, the close when Dust we are to flee For all that is awaits What all has ever been

Of ground O’er your velvet bibled body Silking quilts Laid for when I return to Evergreen Somehow Captured in parables And posies in your breast From sap to amber As you fertilize the patch Sweet Patti May Forever, sweet Patti May It’s alright, my fucking Patti May It’s alright, beautiful Patti May And I will love you for the rest of your death With every fume washed to the shore I can see your face as I did before back then With your ocean eyes as they swim to me, again

All my selfish things Keeps the tooth fairy in shit Desolate in history On a wheel too pissed to spin And the doughnuts win again And the doughnuts win again Cause they bake you, oh Cause they bake you, oh It’s so sacred, oh When they bake you Pretty eyes out of sync Keeps the coal from tasting bad A myoma for our queen Clip my wings and give me cheese And the doughnuts win again And the doughnuts win again Cause they bake you, oh Cause they bake you, oh It’s so sacred, oh When they bake you Melancholy is never to fail me again Melancholic forever and ever, amen Melancholy is never to fail me again Melancholic forever and ever, amen Cause they bake you, oh Cause they bake you, oh It’s so sacred, oh When they bake you Melancholy is never to fail me again Melancholic forever and ever, amen Melancholy is never to fail me again Melancholic forever and ever, amen

You’ve lost your childhood hands To deathbed sheets and prayers The absence of old friends Makes graveyards recent things You’d think that I’d be sad To draw my mum and dad In crayon like I had A million years ago There’s ugly in my chord That sacrifices more Than any note before Inside your hating ears To take you where I go Makes anywhere a home My bedroom as a child Returns when I’m alone But you’re a healthy wound An empty Claire de lune For embryos are promises Who’re bound to break in two They cut two souls abrupt The sea foam washed their way And set them both ablaze A clinic kingdom come I keep my church to me And lay for an eternity Inside your thighs and knees Until I have to leave We meet on greener grass The hour of your passing The death of things thought bad That lurk beneath your bed You didn’t bother to be there - where? My empty, widowed teddy bear I’m feeding worms the rest of me My coffin shade, eternally I’ll keep your steeple clean I’ll keep your steeple clean Come age to rot the beauty that’s Remembering you and me To be a younger me And change my history Rewrites you in my story And stays forever mine I keep my church to me And lay for an eternity Inside your thighs and knees I sleep in sweet repose I’m soiled in the mind The parts remaining clean Are cleaner than the kind Of world that you believe You’re walking on my breath For as long as I can breathe And if there’s little left You’ll give your church to me

An era is coming to an end Where is the source of my sacrifice? You sit in the lounge room trying to pretend Like you have no clue When bombs set ablaze the hot sand My fellow man cheered the rival and raved Living in hate just to see those who pray Deserve what they get The children are born in old age They are the next in this war yet your brain Refuses belief this exists even when It’s pushed in your face If you hear, see, taste, touch and you smell But defend this new order, oh well You’re as good as a mascot for hell You’re not a human being For the end of an era is nigh So how do you identify When the sides are defined and aligned To something you’ve never seen? Your faith in yourself’s wearing thin Next thing you know you are bent on your knees Telling your government all of your sins Like they must forgive The presidents and kings you devote Your trust and your patience in only receive A part-time position to publicly speak The rest is a show If office decides what is done Yet it requires a monetary fund If banks don’t belong to the constitution Who’s word is the end? If you hear, see, taste, touch and you smell But defend this new order, oh well You’re as good as a mascot for hell You’re not a human being For the end of an era is nigh So how do you identify When the sides are defined and aligned To something you’ve never seen? You can scratch your head til you are bald Turn to a truth you’re more comfortable with Come to accept that we live in a world That pays just to breathe Hist’ry is carried by tongue We’re not supposed to remember what happened We just support what was fiction was done To learn the wrong lesson Before you repose in your place Comfort’s as thin as the skin on your face Take to account what I’ve done and I’ve said By now I am dead If you hear, see, taste, touch and you smell But defend this new order, oh well You’re as good as a mascot for hell You’re not a human being For the end of an era is nigh So how do you identify When the sides are defined and aligned To something you’ve never seen? Alone in the world, how’s it feel? Where were your hands in the struggle for freedom? Were those IQ points devoted to steal What naivety left? The beast is abroad and at strength Would you agree with the Lord in the end? Be it with ease when you’re wishing for death Refusing to yield So steal back your soul at the close Let it be chosen for those who still choose To bring the guilty to justice exposed – We are in the Vuuz If you hear, see, taste, touch and you smell But defend this new order, oh well You’re as good as a mascot for hell You’re not a human being For the end of an era is nigh So how do you identify When the sides are defined and aligned To something you’ve never seen?