I
As the official representative for the conformer sororities to a better society I must remind you of the tenants of being a valuable citizen:
Take your vitamins
Whiten your teeth
Sharp in the edge
Comb your hair
Don’t slouch
Watch your tone
Believe in God
Obey the law
Don’t cry
Buy now
Never live
Never try
Never feel
Never lie
Love the day
Fear the night
Do as we say
Obey
Obey
Obey
II
We’ll bury our mistakes
We’ll burn the remains
And pile in the corpses
On ritual flames
Smothering out any shadow of doubt
Don’t bother thinking, we’ll do it for you
III
You see… I have really weird days
I have really good days and I have
Really
Really
Really
Bad days
But the authorities have assured me never to fear
For they’ll soon have me cured
Just fill this prescription and take this pill
Take this sting
Take your meds…
To help your head
And I did.
But things still seem to hurt me
I take my meds to help my head
But things still seem to hurt me
I take my meds to help my head
But things still seem to hurt…
IV
There are several things I would like to do before exothermic oxidation decides to consume my soul of hungry ghosts:
I’d like to fuck a supermodel every night for six consecutive weeks
I want to lead an ancient army into battle
I want to sleep on a bed blanketed with the skin of my enemies
I want to own a nation
I want to be crucified on a mesquite tree, resurrected three days later
I want to negotiate a multibillion-dollar deal on a boardroom on the six hundred and sixty sixth floor
downtown Manhattan or Wall street or Taiwan or some other metropolis that is just feeding off of its consumer fetishes.
I want to fight as a gladiator in ancient Rome
I want to pleasure the innocents out of four willing, wonderful women in a… sacred sex ceremony of blood and
flesh.
I want to capture the heart of a brilliant, decadent… wonderful artist… and never give it back.
I want to finally find thinkers, believers, seekers, those who are sick of living in this... mundane social identity of every day waking to put on the same cultural costume just so… the others... Won’t look at us… differently.
I want to finally realize, the honor, the power... and the perfect opportunity I have of being locked away in this...
damaged… beautifully flawed…
Skin present.
V
Hi.
Listen…
Why don’t you just
…have a seat
and…
No really just sit down,
Stay calm.
What I have to tell you is
…is quite upsetting…
For you.
See, last night I...
took your girl
or… maybe it was your wife
into my mouth like she was
a communion wafer
offered out by a smiling, beguiling pope to an honest sinner.
Her body is bread, cleansed my sins in a sweet, greasy feast that will never ever cease…
to amaze her.
I ate her for hours.
Listening to her cries for help
Swallowed, tasted, enjoyed, digested, and then…
Shat back on the blankets into…
Coma sleep
Did she tell you?
Did she speak of this?
Her terror, for once enjoying herself?
Did she describe the beautiful sting, the scratching, the touching, the pulling, the sucking?
Did she tell you I buried my fingers in her deep enough to cause pregnancy?
Did she explain the rhythm, hmmm the pulse, the gathering climax?
Did she pretend not to care?
But you could see it in her eyes?
Did she giggle a little…
About being cannibalized?
Did she tell you that?
Did she?
No?
Ha. Well… she smelled like fresh melon and ocean air, I can tell you that.
Lyrics by Otep/Letra de Otep
Post Scriptum: transcrita de ouvido e não dispensa de forma absolutamente alguma a audição, de forma nenhuma, mesmo.
