Amniotic destiny Molecules Colliding and rearranging The prerogative of entropy Spiritual training Periodic table Elements in the making The womb shaping life, blastocyst shaking Out of the womb Shaken and abated The entity comes to be Immediately faced with the shock of being Reform and release Birth to deceased Noises come to take me I hate me Things that seem to change me all around me the sins that created me It’s not what I thought it’d be It’s not what I wanted it to be It's not what I wanted it to be It’s not who I want to be Shame enters me Begs me This… This isn’t right Take off your shoes. Finger strands of grass between your toes You don’t have much time left When a third of it is spent in bed So don’t sleep for a week, instead Stay up all night, shave your head Split open your skull while ensuring you’re not dead and then drain your brain into a jar in some shed and pretend that it's still 1985, Reagan’s resumed our country’s cognitive decline In an even larger landslide Trickle Trickle down Trickle all over me! Ronald Reagan I blame the mess on my face on you while I stand here clutching my chest, praying to God the latest bells and whistles will come save us all

For example, that storybook Don't you know the first two lines are a hook? Break to action, not everything's been going to plan! I have one question, but questioning is for bigger men Stand there and smile, no one's asking anything more from them They really hate you They really do abhor you they think you're scum because They don't understand you We hate them yet we lick their shoes The answer is right in front of you You better not waste that vote, son! Because it's the only role that you've got in this liberal democracy's liberal institution's democratic representative process They really hate you They really do abhor you They think you're scum because they don't understand you They'll understand you! They'll understand you! (We hate them yet we lick their shoes) They'll understand you! They'll understand you! The answer is right in front of you) All you hear is "Democrat, Republican" You can take those words and shove it up your ass again Fake ballots, voices in the box, dead-end We want change, but you make it impossible Those incumbent officers of control Shake things up, break down thought control Room 101, information takes a toll Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this brave new world But they don't really hate you! They just want your house and your car and your family and your money most of all, they want your money I want your money too I want your money too I really like you I really like you I'm never really safe, are you? Not unless I have my guns and my guns and my guns and my guns and my guns and my guns and my guns and my guns and my truck

And if I was a fish, I would swim down until there’s nowhere left to swim about. And if I was a fish, feeding off the bread that a little boy throws off a bridge. And if I dare I’d grow wings Oh, if I was a fish Oh, if I was a fish In reality I’d just be filleted And all would be Dark, dark, dark, dark, dark, dark Dark, dark, dark, dark, dark, dark Dark, dark, dark, dark, dark, dark Dark, dark, darkness (darkness, darkness) (Darkness) darkness (darkness) darkness (darkness) darkness (too dark, too dark) Too dark, too dark, too dark, that you can’t see Too dark, that you can’t see Oh, if I was a fish Oh, if I was fish Oh, if I was a fish Oh, if I was fish Oh, if I was a fish

"Death": I feel empty (mood-killing energy) Alex/Adrien: (ooh-ooh ooh-ooh) Free me now, let me out You can't hide away forever Stay away-- You're a monster You're always here when my mind begins to wander Try not to falter but it gets worse the longer time ticks onward "Insomnia": My addiction controls me from within me and I cannot escape it takes control of me until the end

In 1934, in a little town in Nebraska there was this man. He was about sixteen years old. He'd always lived cooped up in this old barn with his ma and pa, but one day he got sick of all that and he went to the fair, it was in town. He got some new red running shoes which were promptly stained with ice cream. Then he met this French girl, and his cheeks turned the colors of his shoes. (Rats and locusts) She said she'd take him places that he had never been. (Rats and locusts) "Like where, Paris?" (Aids and chlamydia) "No. Better than that." (Aids and chlamydia) So that night, he heard a knock at his window-- (Rats and locusts) he opened it, and it was her! (Rats and locusts) She climbed up to that old barn of his and she reached out her hand and she said, "Come with me." (I just shit my pants!) And he said, "Okay." (A monster from Japan!) They started walking, and the moon was so full and so bright that he thought he saw her face grow hair in the moonlight. But she'd said nothing about his shoes and women sometimes need to shave to his knowledge, so he said nothing. She kept walking and she traced her nails around the back of his neck-- but they were sharp and long and she had led him into the forest, and at this rate he didn't know where he was anymore. So he kept walking and said nothing and she grew a snout and fangs and-- "Oh, God." But... it was great! She was right! (ha.) And no, it wasn't love but standing there, staring at her I thought I had it all figured out. Can you blame me? It was the best day of my life... ...yet: Why when I get home at night (a little bit of salt, and a little bit of pepper) can't I remember to turn off all the lights?! (a little bit of salt, and a little bit of pepper) (monsters from Japan!) (a little bit of salt, and a little bit of pepper) (rats and locusts, rats and locusts, aids and chlamydia) (a little bit of salt, and a little bit of pepper) Even then, I thought I had it figured out... c'mon, what was I thinking? Youth is bliss, or ignorance. Whatever they say. Now, you really have to smile. In reality, just about everyone needs to leave home once in a while.

Laying beachside, crying my head off because it's been cut off, they're cutting the rest off too! I look to the sky, but Nobody's listening. there's Nobody coming. And yet they're coming for you? Except it's they who say "It's all me. Me. Me. Me. It's not you. You. You. You." Wide eyes! cupcakes! candles glowing! birthday wishes?: pistol, smoking.

lost time and how it takes over our lives losing my mind I feel like something is inside pulling the hair of a satellite but I’m fine I still come home every night and I’m still frightened by the light it’s alright it’s alright it’s alright clutching my head a check that it’s screwed tight loosen my breathe shrug my shoulders, I’ll be alright yes, I’ll be fine walking down the street when the colours start to bleed but I won’t hold stop signs turn to green but cement is on my feet so I don’t go Medication and freaking out two afflictions one rings one out old reminders of getting up tuck those sly words behind your tongue or you’ll let em buzz don’t you let em buzz don’t you let em buzz don’t you let em buzz don’t you let em buzz don’t you let em buzz don’t you let em buzz (suck the venom) or you’ll let it buzz

Cora Clark is sitting on her old wooden gurney. She’s been here since her youth, and it’s all she’s ever known. We’re not sure if she’s happy but she stays inside the cracks, for she’s already served her sentence but normal life, she can’t go back until she watches out her window and the heron fishless flies, it’s said she’ll stay there in her cell biting her thumb, biding for time. She never means to leave— —I think she’ll stay here till she dies! She’s scared of getting out; A prisoner wants to serve more time but when the heron finished fishing and fled, a mouth of nothing! all that she could think about was “Nurse! Nurse! Nurse!” Her head and heart were pounding, exactly why had proved outstanding, but she knew that it was time for what she couldn’t remember: precisely what or where; to begin. Ah, this is what: her old grey hairs were blonde again her frail old hands were young again this is why some Man walked in with a glass of wine and a piece of toast, and the yearly family letter. He set it down on her night table And she noticed something creeping and crawling, ready to leap out from the edge. She wished then for a father, maybe he would help her face her fears— the monster in the closet the thing under the bed, She was never good at killing spiders unless they were already dead. She May now Know That there’s no Time But she takes it in stride She doesn’t care if she Dies

Cereal and milk These are the things that make me happy But what else lines the shelves? Production and spending These are the things that make things happen Growing and more growing This is the thing that must always happen So let it happen Just let it happen Just let it happen Groaning down the aisle amble Zombies on boxes Who knew being alone was so in fashion? So I check out and go home to Cereal and more milk Because it is the thing that makes me happy So I let it happen I let it happen I let it happen I let it happen

Sweet Alexander, shuffling papers Trying to get some peace and rest Sweet Alexander, meeting new faces Conquering the world, but he still won’t rest First he needs to be the best Cause he’s gotta be the greatest He’s gonna be the greatest Sweet Alexander, mourning his father Building an empire made of dust Sweet Alexander, don’t you know great ones Don’t leave their mothers home to rust But I know you’ve gotta be the greatest I swear you’re gonna be the greatest Sweet Alexander, won’t you come home soon? I’m waiting across the world for you Sweet Alexander, don’t leave like your father Write just one letter, or maybe two In fact, I wouldn’t mind a boatload! I wouldn’t mind seeing that big nose Just one more time Sweet Alexander Died half the world over (Left a puzzle for us to digest) Oh King Alexander, I’m supposed to be your mother But I could learn a thing or two From your legacy From you Where will I be in history— will it be me and you and we? Or will it just be you? Cause now, I’ve been slain by Cassander Oh King Alexander (Oh Sweet Alexander) Oh King Alexander At least you got to be the greatest I would’ve liked to be the greatest

I (Oh! Oh--ooh!) The flesh on my back is flaking away like the fake flesh on that deadman’s jacket apparently made from the neck of a cow slaughtered and feathered for leather Drive ‘em away! Aim at the eyeballs of these known criminals (aim for the whites) Shooting kids that are eighteen fresh out of high school ready to die and praying to just make it back alive Taking out the dog the family dog and a kid from the middle of the east with a bomb But there’s no trigger finger no, but there’s eternal winter there’s no blood on our hands it’s all washed off in some river of salt and river of blood and river song II Why? In fact, I shine! Lord, I believe help my unbelief If you think you have grasped him it is not God that you have grasped Si comprehendis, non est Deus (Ah! Ah!) III You sang a song in my head it said you’ll see eventually You sang a song in my head it said you’ll be, so be a melody So I shoulda known been knew since you said you were happier then when I don’t Wait Wait Wait Wait for you So I should’ve known been knew since you said you were happier then when I don’t Wait Wait Wait Wait for you Don’t wait! (Don’t wait!) Don’t wait! (Don’t wait!) Don’t wait! (Don’t wait!) I won’t wait, I won’t wait for you And then you flew you flew, you flew away like a bird from a cage and you left me but a slithering snake You sang a song in my head it said you’ll see eventually you’ll be, so be a melody I don’t know where the music went (you sang a song in my head) that was playing inside my head, it said “I am the saviour among us bring worship to the dead and bereaved” You sang a song in my head it said (it said) you’ll see eventually you’ll be so be melody You sang a song in my head It said, it said You sang a song in my head It said, it said You sang a song in my head It said, it said You sang a song in my head (You sang, you sang) You sang a song in my head! (You sang, you sang) You sang a song in my head.

Searching for better days, but they are not what I seek. Step outside, dance in the rain and sprint slowly down the road through a puddle reflecting Flashing neon lights as I blaze past stop signs signing to me "You can never have it all, not if you already had it all. If you liked it then you really should've stopped." Oh jeez! What am I to do? I feel like a hand that's been crammed into a shoe! (But we don't talk about that) One size fits all, bitch. (But we don't talk about that) One size fits all, bitch. (We don't talk about that) Please don't accost us for any sins we may have spawned, it's not right! You're old. You're musty. You're all washed up. (You're old) And the little train is parking at the station (You're old) and I'm standing at the platform waving a big red handkerchief above my head singing, "Hallelujah! Hallelujah! You came!" (Hallelujah!) You landed, but I'm still here (Hallelujah!) I'm still waiting (Hallelujah!) Still I stand Still I'm waiting (One size fits all, bitch.)