Something's terrorized my psyche to get even,
Lately you're the only human I believe in.
I've tried to understand his logic but there's just no pattern there,
No sympathetic voices anywhere.
There's blood in my hair
I'm considered ugly from every angle,
You're the only beauty I don't wanna strangle.
Can't you hear me crying out for guidance?
"Yes we hear but we don't care"
No sympathetic victims anywhere
There's blood in my hair
I wanna get all fucked up and tell you how I really feel
'Cause your vibrant blackness coco augury is so unreal
When I die I want you to die too,
Not trying to stay in this or any dimension without you,
Spit on this planet without you.
I envy you 'cause you can believe in things like I never could
And not dose yourself into a coma over the bestiality of our race
Or lament our descent into some ancient reptilian form like an agnostic transubstantiation,
You wanna know what that is?
Use your imagination (sell it)
They paralyzed my psyche to get even,
Lately you're the only dancer I believe in
I'm a butcher now with blood in my hair, no sympathetic voices anywhere
There's blood in my hair
Anti-human armies spring from every angle,
You're the only soldier I don't wanna strangle
I can see it's a dolorous fate
"So don't expect us to cooperate"
Anyway, it's five lives too late and there's blood in my hair
My head is a most obliging harbor for this illusion
Will these Irish eyes be stung by tears of confusion
Will you meet the common end to your odd shaped mission, no it isn't true
I don't believe in that kind of god but still, I pray for you
We will produce vanity holocausts
We will commit acts of misery
We will weaponize sightless innocents
Then, we will forget
Someone's terrorized my psyche to get even,
Lately you're the only human I believe in
I suffered pompous death to find her kingdom razed
Cherub corpses in the vapor, martyrs wrapped in butcher paper
If I'm a monster possessed to mangle,
You're the only dancer I don't wanna strangle
Can't you hear me crying out for guidance?
"Yes we hear but we don't care"
There's no sympathetic voices anywhere
There's blood in my hair
I saw you laughing but tomorrow you'll say you were there
You looked at me in disgust, girl, why should I care?
There's blood in my hair
Something's terrorized my psyche to get even, Lately you're the only human I believe in. I've tried to understand his logic but there's just no pattern there, No sympathetic voices anywhere. There's blood in my hair
I'm considered ugly from every angle, You're the only beauty I don't wanna strangle. Can't you hear me crying out for guidance? "Yes we hear but we don't care" No sympathetic victims anywhere There's blood in my hair
I wanna get all fucked up and tell you how I really feel 'Cause your vibrant blackness coco augury is so unreal When I die I want you to die too, Not trying to stay in this or any dimension without you, Spit on this planet without you. I envy you 'cause you can believe in things like I never could And not dose yourself into a coma over the bestiality of our race Or lament our descent into some ancient reptilian form like an agnostic transubstantiation, You wanna know what that is? Use your imagination (sell it)
They paralyzed my psyche to get even, Lately you're the only dancer I believe in I'm a butcher now with blood in my hair, no sympathetic voices anywhere There's blood in my hair
Anti-human armies spring from every angle, You're the only soldier I don't wanna strangle I can see it's a dolorous fate "So don't expect us to cooperate" Anyway, it's five lives too late and there's blood in my hair
My head is a most obliging harbor for this illusion Will these Irish eyes be stung by tears of confusion Will you meet the common end to your odd shaped mission, no it isn't true I don't believe in that kind of god but still, I pray for you We will produce vanity holocausts We will commit acts of misery We will weaponize sightless innocents Then, we will forget
Someone's terrorized my psyche to get even, Lately you're the only human I believe in I suffered pompous death to find her kingdom razed Cherub corpses in the vapor, martyrs wrapped in butcher paper If I'm a monster possessed to mangle, You're the only dancer I don't wanna strangle Can't you hear me crying out for guidance? "Yes we hear but we don't care" There's no sympathetic voices anywhere There's blood in my hair
I saw you laughing but tomorrow you'll say you were there You looked at me in disgust, girl, why should I care? There's blood in my hair