This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
Once in a while, it's like I'm back at the corner store
9 years old, and a mouthful of glassy sugar
which cut my tongue, showed the blood to all my friends
it tasted so good, chewed holes thru my mouth, holes thru my mouth
Nowadays, nowadays, nowadays, I know better than to eat their filth
I'm a whole new man, on a wholesome organic local vegan diet
Last year I met a 40 year old man named Ramon in a bar
And I did cocaine with him in the bathroom of that bar
I cut my nose, got a bloody nose, I'm tellin' all my friends
Tellin' all my friends
Edge of the train platform, starin' at the rail, casually inches from death
Scared of the knife, scared of the open window, scared of my own potential
Oblivious to the asbestos, oblivious to plastics 3, 5 and 7, casually inches from death
My body, my temple, my love stable and pure, my house sterile with bleach and my people
Spread our vision through the world, spread spread spread like cells through my body
My body, my temple, my love stable and pure, my house sterile with bleach and my people
Spread our vision through the world, spread spread spread like cells through my body
My body, my temple, my love stable and pure, my house sterile with bleach and my people
Spread our vision through the world, spread spread spread like cells through my body
Check out the phone, check out the phone I have
It's a Congolese corpse
The white noise from my network washes out all the sounds of a civil war (civil war)
But I'm tryin' hard baby
I cut back on my kills
But sometimes let the horsebones slip back into my sugarpills
I could draw lines in the sand but the tide washes high in the full moon
Where you hide your corpses - in your car? In your lunch? At your job? In your shoes? Cuz..
I know everybody's got a Sweet Tooth
I know everybody's got a Sweet Tooth
Once in a while, I see I'm back at the corner store
Browsin' the aisles of delicious filth
Swishin' the sugary blood round my mouth, a willingly ignorant bliss
I'm a part of a whole, that's no better than this
Silly boy don't be so serious
Don't be such a such a sucha grumpalumpalump
You'll drive yourself into the looney bin
And don't let that 'stache grow Che Guevarra bushy
I'll trim it in your sleep, make it John Waters thin
'Cause if you think that consumption's the plague
You better get vaccinated
Smoke the summer cigarettes
And eat sour patch kids
'Cause even your soy shield's got blood on it
And some of those corpses that you champion,
would reanimate like zombies on Halloween
And to the sound of a Vicent Price monster poem
Savor your sugary blood
9 years old, and a mouthful of glassy sugar
which cut my tongue, showed the blood to all my friends
it tasted so good, chewed holes thru my mouth, holes thru my mouth
Nowadays, nowadays, nowadays, I know better than to eat their filth
I'm a whole new man, on a wholesome organic local vegan diet
Last year I met a 40 year old man named Ramon in a bar
And I did cocaine with him in the bathroom of that bar
I cut my nose, got a bloody nose, I'm tellin' all my friends
Tellin' all my friends
Edge of the train platform, starin' at the rail, casually inches from death
Scared of the knife, scared of the open window, scared of my own potential
Oblivious to the asbestos, oblivious to plastics 3, 5 and 7, casually inches from death
My body, my temple, my love stable and pure, my house sterile with bleach and my people
Spread our vision through the world, spread spread spread like cells through my body
My body, my temple, my love stable and pure, my house sterile with bleach and my people
Spread our vision through the world, spread spread spread like cells through my body
My body, my temple, my love stable and pure, my house sterile with bleach and my people
Spread our vision through the world, spread spread spread like cells through my body
Check out the phone, check out the phone I have
It's a Congolese corpse
The white noise from my network washes out all the sounds of a civil war (civil war)
But I'm tryin' hard baby
I cut back on my kills
But sometimes let the horsebones slip back into my sugarpills
I could draw lines in the sand but the tide washes high in the full moon
Where you hide your corpses - in your car? In your lunch? At your job? In your shoes? Cuz..
I know everybody's got a Sweet Tooth
I know everybody's got a Sweet Tooth
Once in a while, I see I'm back at the corner store
Browsin' the aisles of delicious filth
Swishin' the sugary blood round my mouth, a willingly ignorant bliss
I'm a part of a whole, that's no better than this
Silly boy don't be so serious
Don't be such a such a sucha grumpalumpalump
You'll drive yourself into the looney bin
And don't let that 'stache grow Che Guevarra bushy
I'll trim it in your sleep, make it John Waters thin
'Cause if you think that consumption's the plague
You better get vaccinated
Smoke the summer cigarettes
And eat sour patch kids
'Cause even your soy shield's got blood on it
And some of those corpses that you champion,
would reanimate like zombies on Halloween
And to the sound of a Vicent Price monster poem
Savor your sugary blood
Lyrics submitted by iwantobeahorse
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