Wanted: Psychotherapy, A Lullaby For The Demented

Wanna rip my eyes out
From my skull
Retinas and all
Throw them onto the wall
(I can't be you
if
I can't see you)
Deliver a
Strung out version of modern profanities
Mixed in an odd concotion of
Roman slang
with
Spit
Goddamn you
You spaghetti wad
I'd rather fuck
Juno's hairy white wine lathered
cunt
Pardon my French
...
Latin
I'm rotting in the sun
like
Jesus on a tricycle
In his plastic
Beach chairs
(Drown in the rust
you
Sons of wrenches
You garage hoses)
On the edge of a cliff
Overlooking
The Apocalypse
Drowning in his redneck sorrows
Singing
At home
I'm a terrorist
I lather my guns
in butter
and put
Tape on my eyelids
I'd like to wrap you
in my
Dirty togas
Covered in grime from the
7-11
(9/11)
store
It's called suffocation
(or
Auto-erotic
asphyxiation)
When your face is blue
and.you.are.so.fucking
fucking
fucking
high
Drool dripping from your
Parting lips
It's the ecstasy we argue
Or lie
Who cares
All I know is that
I scream for
Eye scream
It's supa...
X-tasty
Even without the
Nitrogen
Really?
Why
yes
really
It's a garden party and the
Lights are turned off
Fountain turned to ice
and your
Clothes are off
(My favorite part is comin')
You're lying in a pit of
Worms and
Sweat
(that isn't yours)
and
Blood
(that isn't yours)
and you're
Shouting to the sky
To your Gods
To your forefathers
While they smoke the era
From their chipping pipes
It's a tye-dye revolution
and
No one seems to give a fuck
I'm an anthrax baby
My Momma injected herself
With conspiracy theories
When I was a fetus
and
Oh God
Did it feel good
Shoot me up with lunacy,
Momma
One more time
Please,
Momma
Please.
You make me feel so good
and
So, so
Dirty
I always remember it
When I'm in Church
Listenin' to the Preacha man talk
I  just gotta
Gotta just...
Cross my legs and pray
That Jesus isn't here
Watching me
(Secretely)
Listenin' to my
thoughts
(Secretely)
while
Stroking himself through his
Bible passages
Cause I can't stop thinkin' of
Secret codes in my tomatoe soup
and
Vatican spies in my
Underwear
and
Rape-filled lunacy toxin induced
Day dreams of...
God and the Devil
Drinkin' tea late at night
In a shady cafe
Holding hands under the table
Whisperin'
Last night was so good
God,
I'm so sore
Me too, baby
Me too
So...
How are we gonna
Bomb Alex
On
Friday the 13th
My circulation's meltin'
and I'm
Forgettin'
what veins are
They've been
Shot up so much they're
Numb.
So hop on this taxi can lid
(Yeah that's right
We ride
in the
Jolly Green Jiant's
curls
His lovely, lovely
Green locks)
It's a 911 emergency
and
It doesn't involve nudity
(I know
I know
Fans all around,
Ye lads in waiting)
Just an odd form of
Profanity
with a
Touch of burlesque,
Cirque du Soleil
and some
mental prositution
I don't know what that means
but
Dear God
Do I want some
Pour me a bowl
Cause I wanna
Have a food fight
with the
Preacha man
(Hand me a tissue
filled with
Demon snot and incest
Cause
I think this may be
Too hot for me
and it's been
Far too long since I've
had a good sneeze...)
Aftah midnight
In his country cottage
In his country feelin'
sheets
Drenched in crickets and
Pedophilia
and
Dear God
Do I want some
Want some what?
God asks
Some good ol' fashion
Pedophilia
It's just what the
Doctah ordered
I believe he and I
Had a similiar experience
In the womb
and
child-
hood
Breakin' chairs and
Chewin' stones
Throwin' retinas
at the walls
in the walls
from the walls
near the walls
Our baby food
was always
Canned limescale
Wrapped for infection
Left out for perfection
Erection dissection
...
...
Resurrection
and
Dear God
Do I want some
Momma
Momma
Momma
They never should have
Taken you to that
Padded room place
You should of gotten
Burned at the stake
Thrown into the
sea
See if you float
See if you're a
Witch
Witch
Wanna go on a
Witch hunt
with
Momma
Wanna see if she
if she
if she
if she
if she's a
a
a
a
Oh Good
These pills are starting to-...