Dear, Mr. President
I'm choking in the sand
Laying here in a pool of bloody
Just trying to understand
I'm fighting for their freedom
To give 'em your gift of relief
But every time I see you
I see nothing but a thief

My God! Bullets flying!
My God! People dyi

Deck the halls with the testicles of a jolly man
Wreck the walls within my brain of how it began
I can not just let it be
That fucker destroyed my family
Now I sit and I wait and I plan

Jingle jangle jingle all the way!
Oh what fun it is to slay!

Memories of a sim

God, God, God, God
God damn!
God damn!
God damn!
God damn! Yeah!

God damn, she makes me wanna scream
When she's getting right down with the devil in the deep
Marrow not inside the salivating bone
But I think she's got another plan
Taste the flavor on her lil

Wanna' smell the burn as the tires hit the ground
Wanna' watch 'em run with panic all around
Wanna' see 'em question as they're runnin' for the hills
Who's the fuckin' clown with the hands upon the wheel?
Wanna' smell the burn as I'm drivin' all around
Wanna' hear the grind w

Standing at the corner
With a bible in your hand
You're walking up to me
Cause you don't know where I stand
Gunna' fill me in
With some fundamental laws
You silly little christian
Let me tell you 'bout God

A lover of the pestilence
A vain and jealous schmuck

He's small and pale and spiney
And his skin's a little tough
And I can feel his fibers crawl
Through my aorta
Passed on through saliva
In a kiss and a smile
Makes a hunting wild man
Want to settle for a while

Cause he is love
Yeah, he is love

He creeps

Please don't light a candle for me
There's no way to illuminate
This darkness that's been creeping on me
It only seems to frustrate
Please don't cry a tear for me

I am not worth your salt
I'm a jilted master of destiny
So this hell is all my fault
Please don't a

When I taste you in my mind
I know it's in black flame
The beast within wants to feel your touch
Your skin drives me insane
Your darkness whispers into my soul
Leaving bittersweet wretched pain
Your tongue running up and down my spine
And I know it's all in vain

I cannot speak, my tongue is tied
And I want to hold you by my side
I cannot speak, yeah, I cannot say
Please, baby, please just go away
I cannot speak, my tongue isn't free
And though I want to hold you close to me
I cannot speak, yeah, I cannot say
Please, baby, ple

Your soul wraps around mine each moment
I look into your eyes
Only in black flame could I feel this
I am subjugated by your every beautiful flaw
And I am enraptured by your gentleness

And I vow to never take you for granted
And my love will be pure until I cease to exis

A slam back stare under manic panic hair
Yeah, slip into the crack cause the moon is full and bare
Demons are jumping and the music is pumping
Yeah the sound is really something when you slam without a care

The hair is whipping
And the girls are stripping
And the bodies

Crawling, yeah, I'm crawling
In this shithole of a brain
Falling, yeah, I'm falling In the never ending reign
Senses overwhelming
God damn my bitter soul
Trying to be stoic
But I'm about to lose control

Deep inside a burning rage
Neither God nor Christ can allev

Touch me
Draw my fingers across your skin
Draw the warmth of your lips south
And kiss me deep
Dance a waltz with the gun
Tango fiercely with the flesh
Bid me ready for festivities
So I can make all your screams cum true

Take the cloth between your teeth
Bite

Down inside within a pit
I feel like I am walking shit
For things I've done and labels
Man, I feel so second class
Can't be here, can't be there
Comfort isn't anywhere
We will judge your every action

Even who you fuck
You smile at me and say I'm free
And yet

It's that time of year, yeah, yeah, yeah
Filled with Christmas cheer
I may be getting old
But I'll get my man this year
I don my ranger mask and yeah, yeah, yeah
Paint my face a'gold
Raise my armpits in the air
Yeah, death to mr. Cringle

I want to kill santa cla

Standing underneath the mistletoe
Your body trembling, quivers
Such a creature to behold
Your breasts aching to be touched
The snow falls outside the window
As I kiss your neck and touch your hair

I've traveled many moons to be here tonight
But the only moon I want

White bread picket lines
Hate filled picket signs
It isn't fuckin' Adam and Steve!
Your megaphone mouth
Come preachin' from the south
Telling stupid people what to believe
Fancy polyester
Fancy gold ring smile
A picture of the Wally and Beav
But behind closed

We're throwin' up a wind storm
Throwin' up the hell fire
We're comin' up
To throw it all around
We're bringin' down the whirlwind
Smashin' every bitty thing
We're comin' on out
Better run for your life

A tornado is coming
Tornado is coming
A tornado is c

The wheels on the bus go round and round
Round and round, round and round
The wheels on the bus go round and round
Round and round and round
Doors on the bus go open, shut
Open shut, open shut
Doors on the bus go open, shut
Open, open, shut

The wheels on the bus

Every day I wake in a world of hypocritical
Propaganda, narcissism feigning so political
Swimming in my head like bellow in a cage
Wanting to let out in a motherfucking rage
TV melodrama vultures that are feeding on a
Dead horse rotting in the name of patriotic
Justice ai