Psychotic Good
When I was born the stars themselves had promised me
Mountains of gold and silken fields of kingdom come.
While I grew up I was attacked ferociously
Until my wits grew sharp and my skin turned numb.
I felt offended by all the inequities,
I lived inspired by the heroes of the old;
When people saw what I had, they said they needed me
Only to use me as a tool in their household.
I don’t need bread and wine to feed the masses,
My human decency is cooked and served as you wish.
Drink my blood, eat my flesh through your asses;
I dreamed to be a superstar but I’m a starfish.
They come in droves, telling they’re searching for some guidance
That is no use to those who are too inept to learn,
They chunk the bits of me while I’m still alive and
Go back to dig their holes, giving me nothing in return.
There is pain under my mask of forgiveness
Yet they act as this torture is their given right
Since I’ve been blessed with a gift of regrowing my limbs
And I’ll be ready again over this short night.
I don’t need bread and wine to feed the masses,
My human decency is cooked and served as you wish.
Drink my blood, eat my flesh through your asses;
I dreamed to be a superstar but I’m a starfish.
I never was a conduit to paradise
But my virtues and beliefs are a delicious dish;
Drink my blood, eat my flesh, you fucking parasites,
I am the cure for the worst,
Main attraction and main course,
The super-star-fish.
Mountains of gold and silken fields of kingdom come.
While I grew up I was attacked ferociously
Until my wits grew sharp and my skin turned numb.
I felt offended by all the inequities,
I lived inspired by the heroes of the old;
When people saw what I had, they said they needed me
Only to use me as a tool in their household.
I don’t need bread and wine to feed the masses,
My human decency is cooked and served as you wish.
Drink my blood, eat my flesh through your asses;
I dreamed to be a superstar but I’m a starfish.
They come in droves, telling they’re searching for some guidance
That is no use to those who are too inept to learn,
They chunk the bits of me while I’m still alive and
Go back to dig their holes, giving me nothing in return.
There is pain under my mask of forgiveness
Yet they act as this torture is their given right
Since I’ve been blessed with a gift of regrowing my limbs
And I’ll be ready again over this short night.
I don’t need bread and wine to feed the masses,
My human decency is cooked and served as you wish.
Drink my blood, eat my flesh through your asses;
I dreamed to be a superstar but I’m a starfish.
I never was a conduit to paradise
But my virtues and beliefs are a delicious dish;
Drink my blood, eat my flesh, you fucking parasites,
I am the cure for the worst,
Main attraction and main course,
The super-star-fish.