oh what an awful morning
to clean these rusted scalpels
you will never shine
the way you did
before your first incision

they say i have a special gift
to make beauty from shit
or maybe one day they'll see
the stupid mistakes
they are gladly making

but what a profitable way
to turn medical procedures
into modern miracles
your pitiful loss
is my humble gain

ive more cards up my sleeve
to give to the poor souls i see
its as if theyve blinked
to see a flood of doves
or a sparkling bouquet

oh my lovely assistant
is clawing past my cape
from depth my hat
not a rabbit
but a horrible set of teeth

god forgive me
for what im gonna do
watch in horror
as i saw her in two
now in pieces
shes no longer confused
toss the veil
shes new and improved
another mess satisfied
mop up the truth.

now you dont.

to traffic these fucking fields with turncoat sympathy
please persuade me not to vomit all over this landscape
open my tired eyes so i can soak in the wreckage
console me with the sounds of a your weary mouth
ive done such an awful job of raising my words
it almost makes me wonder whos the father.

ive never felt better in my life, thanks for asking
thank you fellow astronauts and jackals
for this beautiful bouquet of rampant flowers
thank you with a chisel and hammer
i accept this gift granted the silence
now i can get back to what i started

plow the shallow streets with tacit harmony
i could talk about myself for days and days
so stop me in the filthy tracks while you still can
onward! onto the untouched horizon
lets make haste, before the sun's vile gut
a wrecking ball bursts, "just look at what ive done!"


give me back the land i so graciously bestowed
upon the lackluster misgiving ive come to know
give me back the feelings of awkward green
bulit up to the brim with a lack of fertility
god giveth
and god taketh back

i killed time
with my cold dead hands
while i choked the life
out of lifeless crowds
there once was a time
i was sure of my life
but grip ive got
is ever so tight
how could i ever let go?
oh, this must be
such a sight to see
how would i know?
oh, i just dont have it in me.
then why cant i pry my eyes off
this burning catastrophe?

its a high wire
high five
high output
dance to the singing
and vacant ghosts
are we really alone
in this frigid home?
this place is starting
to give me the chills.

how can i reserve
the right to assume
that the walls
are caving in?
how do you do?
my name is
irrelevant.
where do you go
when you learn
youve been replaced?
who do you turn to
when your questions
are unanswered?

there are no words
to explain my doubt
you can fumble with numbers
and work it out
while i wash my hands
of this endless filth
from the endless sea
of sound and guilt.
oh oh.
no matter how hard you scrub
you will never become clean