be a fast fucker
every breath, every slice of heaven, every milkshake every porn star every troglodyte and mourn star every breath... every slice of heaven.
baby you are going down
with the rainbow
and the sound
of the rain
baby you are going up
with the fences
and the mortar
on your brow
you are going in
with the wickedness
and sin
that you adore
you transpire
and you breathe
you're on fire
and you leave
you're a nightmare
and you
joke around
with clowns
you're a claw
and you're a raven
you're a storm
and a
safe haven
you're a green
vapor
on the air
don't give a fuck
and you don't care
you live for them
and you die alone
for you
you will whisper
on the wind
court the dalliance
of sin
and you'll say it's only
make-believe
you'll say it's all pretend
and you'll never see the
glitter
in the end
you'll eat the mouth that
feeds you and you'll
cut the hand that
bleeds you
and you'll
never see the
glitter
in the end
you'll say it's only
make-believe
you'll say it's
all pretend
you'll that this is
relative
and that
just isn't real
you'll say that there's a
knife inside you
if only you could feel
if only you could pull the needles out
you could sew a handsome
cloak for you to wear
but your eyes
don't work so well
when they're full of holes
it's hell
and you're bitter
to the very last
breath
you're bitter at the
cross and nails
you're bitter at the praise and hails
you're bitter when they say that they are
nought
you're bitter when they say they
really ought
they think that it's a game
you know quite well it is
you failed at all the
latest tests but
aced that tough pop quiz
you win at failing
you'll go through the moon
you at the scoreboard
in the lagoon
and you're the dragon
you're the sky
you said you'd learn to
jumprope
then to fly
you think that you're a martyr
you think that you're a saint
you think that this is everything
you'll tell them that you 'ain't'
you'll sing along with anything
and beat on every brow
you'll piss them off
and piss on them
and wash them off with snow
you'll sing a song to make them weep
and dry their tears with mud
you'll love yourself
your mirror will
be your ownly love
you think you're oh so clever
you think you're really quick
you never know the difference
between the thin and thick
you want to be a sailor
you want to be a cake
you want to ask the difference
between a hoe and rake
you want to walk on moondust
you want to be barefoot
you want to love all that there is
and hate the highest sort
you want to be a moonbeam
you want to be a star
you want the world to see you now
for what you think you are
you want to bathe in cleanliness
and wash your soul in mud
you want to walk the streets in black
and use your knife to cut
you want to love all of the world
and all of life within
you want to be the reaper and you
want to reap their sin
you want to have a black
coat and hat
you want to be the great
winged bat
you want to be a sailor and you
want to be their soul
you want to love them all to death
and tell them they're not whole
you want to reap their violence
and rain it on their heads
you want their every
little deed
to haunt them in their beds
you wish that you could hate them
you wish that you were free
to rip their stinking eyeballs out
while shouting 'look at me!'
you wish you had a reason
you wish you had the force
you wish you weren't afraid of all
the things that you could do
you would unchain your mind
but it isn't very safe
you wish that you could love yourself
more than every other day
you wish you were a mirror
you wish you were a star
you wish you could look at the people
saying 'there you are'
today you're rather mired
today you're lonely still
there's nothing here for you to do
but carve your face until
the blood is all but empty and it
falls like cheerful wine
vain and pale upon your face
but still the best is thine