| Theres no time, your ass is mine. I own this contracted Gig, my Fix, your little Wig/Out. Triping over thoughts that passed like a lightening bolt, some where you don't want to be. A place you don't need to see. Fill the shoes, and run the miles, then tell me. You know me better than I do. Course of action, my steady motion, walking a path I found, slowly, calmly, my feet barely make a sound. Your running, harder, faster, trying to get to Heaven louder. I'll bide my time, after all. Its mine. I'll invade your mind. Plant Idea's, as you plant the so called. "seed" into the minds of the young. I'll attack the old. Asking questions about their Christian quiz's. I'll save the Children! Sell me your soul! I'll give you control! Tell me your whole thought! I'll place it in the lot! I can't accept your soul! I'll just eat it like the rest that has fallen for hypocrisy! I'm no slut, I just kicked your butt, and Fucked your wife in the Butt, oh, yeah.. You hate that smut? Well.. Take another plunge, take another look. I'm Obscene. Stated many times before you knew my Name. I'm proud of the Stain I left on the face of Society, my insanity must be a blessing. Watch them crowd around, I'm loved without a sound, its an awe-filled silence that gathers them round me. Circling me. Asking for me to spit on them, fuck them, whip them, take them. Make them a new. I'm the New Messiah, and it makes you Sick. I'm the Rock star. The Modern Day Messiah. The Attention, the Contradiction, shoot first! Loot then Pillage! fill the Christian Village with Fear. How I adore to be here. In this town. Making them drop the frown. Pick up a smile, even if it is a Little twisted. I love my Freaks the Same. Even if I am a little Crazy, I won't beat them if they're a little lazy, on saturday morning. I won't force them into a Hypocrital condition, just because they need some attention. If their my Seeds, like Jesus claimed they are his. I'll nuture them, watch them grow, see them succeed and exceed beyond what all of you Failuers who let them down see what they could be! I'm fighting for my Kind, its my Right. All day and fucking Night. You want to bring the Light? Its blinding..Too bright, turn it down, or douse the flame. Sight is needed for Faith, and for a choice, you want us all to conform..Well I got some News. And I don't need the Media to get my Message across. We're here, its too late, we won't convert. How do you like me now? I'm the Modern Martyr. I'm a Rock star. I'm in it for Poetic Justice our Revenge will be the end. Vengence will finally lock you into a Cringe. |
