Oh, you can mutilate We're gonna celebrate Our emotional poverty Give the answers all away I painted my suitcase red for the reading Which only ended in conversation break All I want, genetic telephonic pills Until the Spanish kids got so ill I was home schooled with a knife in my shoe Never seen corpses act so cruel The self brutality was, oh, so angular I made him a potion in a newspaper column Smile, gimme a shrug, said I was a fuck up Now I see your face selling Chinese urine She came over the fence With an argument in her head, no empathy Escape strategy, I understood her We were trying to share a genuine human moment Just like the way they do in movies I'm in a war with this suicidal depression It's not the star I'm trying to call I've been standing on this strand far too long y'all Go ahead, go ahead Somebody that will slap away your blindness? Whatcha want? Somebody who'll corrupt your heart with too much kindness? Salute your Busta Rhymness She met a black man in Chicago My superwoman licked it I don't need any of that shit I need something that works, motherfucker I wonder were you flattered I tried to get you drunk I know you're collecting disciples I know you want to be the godmother of soul punk Someday, someday There are skyscrapers for you, Jane Never use your given name I wanna snatch you up for a sequel Make you feel like godless people Always knew you were special Your best friend told me he saw you crying Everybody wants to crescendo Take home a memento We tried to isolate X-X infinite pleasure X-Y I still was the family secret Or a symptom of some wilderness hate Ceremony custodian For experimental post human relationships In fact we tried isolate X-X infinite pleasure X-Y Ineffectually, I'm not allowed to show the pain Not allowed to expose the pain I still was the family secret Or a symptom of some wilderness hate Ceremony custodian For experimental post human relationships In fact we tried isolate X-X infinite pleasure X-Y Ineffectually, I'm not allowed to show the pain Not allowed to expose the pain All the white people from my neighborhood are dead All the black people have turned pink for the winter Everybody's searching for a cause A reason to blow themselves up Could be anything When will certain people realize An afterlife is nothing to live for Nothing to die for, nothing to fight for If those in this life are not sacred Then nothing that's a part of it is sacred either If you think God is more important than your neighbor You're capable of terrible evil If you think some prophet's words are more important Than your brother and your sister You're ill and you're wrong, you're wrong