The speakeasy parlor was filled with many a fair lady!
Fallen victim to another mind rape by their Christian fathers
It was never easy to show them I loved them
He said as He was removed from the booth!
No one had the time to listen to Him
They don't care!

It wasn't His thing to talk like that
Waking up the next day
In a nightmare of a grey
Colored room full of friends
With no names and metal as cold as
As cold as hell

This was yet another favorite of His
Concious effort was put into
Everything that He didn't do
And everything else was a failed plan
Why didn't this work!
Why didn't this work!
If only gratitude could get you somewhere
If only gratitude could get you somewhere!

Censor His bleeding hands, broken teeth and blood-red hair
This is His love to them all
Yet another day blessed with His presence!
Continue to beat Him this is His love!

Censor His bleeding hands broken teeth and blood-red hair
This is His love
Not another day blessed with His presence!
Continue to beat Him this is His love!

Coughing up His mother's love all over a plate of refurbished organisms
This is His love!
Coughing up His mother's love all over a plate of refurbished organisms
This is His love!
Oh Mother Mary forgive them, for they have won
They have won!
Oh Mother Mary forgive them, for they have won
They have won!

Spoken fast enough to spark a memory into everyone's tired mind!
Built upon a cross of clothes and thorns of wrinkled scarves
And hung from a ceiling and sent to every child's living room
Built upon a cross of clothes and thorns of wrinkled scarves
And hung from A ceiling and sent to every child's living room!

Depictions of life as told by a subdued body within us all
We aren't loved anymore
Behold the white whore