Fugue States

Yeah. I've been here before. Songs from this past should have triggered this woe. The ones of the now have no idea they're playing the same part. They all have a muse they can't name. If she was of the flesh, they'd name her. Mercury Mary Martha Mars. But we prefer myths to label the flesh. Then track down the myth by name and social security. Is there really a home away from home? Are you the clay token, the one carving the clay or the clay itself? How would you feel being carved upon? Tori was right; Messiahs do need people dying in their name. Always protect the Family. Nevermind the stork wings. Thoughts do kill as you play house. All the things to make a proper home: Hanging plants, calendars, clocks, light fixtures, and an altar. Torture belongs in the basement and burial belongs in the backyard. He's too opinionated? Well, if opinions harm then why don't you tell him. He never said he was right. He actually could use some input. But those too busy following what others believe always stand on the sidelines, shouting. Do you pray in the closet? Are you in sect? In tune? Do you play guitar cause it's cool? A black dove is no pigeon but I can't find any pictures of one. Outer systems an inner space. The popular poison. Collective lack of imagination means nothing is possible. But you believe what the TV tells you. Camera snippets. Snip snip. Bare factories. The audience is still laughing tears of blood. Desire or nausea? Misfit horses. The cowboy wouldn't be a cowboy without a horse. In the wasteland, he'll claim innocence till the cows come home. The future is only unwritten for some. You scream euthanasia and they think you're rallying China. You plead for answers, for redemption, and they tell you to get a haircut. What a scary thing it is to be new wrapped in old skins. Their tribe has ancient traditions, but you're not of this galaxy. Their sacred smile's turned a bit draconian. Since I'm just a role, which one do you play? Jesus is in a rampage in the marketplace. Cinderella. Water foul. What a coincidence; billions of living dead and you meet death itself. What luck? All is vanity. Spiritual cyanide. A king is not a king and a president is not a president. Leaders only campaign in the dark. Noah built a spaceship and Columbus landed on the moon. Learn to swim, but only on an empty stomach. A Dark Age is simply a lack of accurate history. The Ages with history have no truth. Petrarch, where is the pure radiance? These storms are confusing and too weird. The sleep of forgetfulness does last forever, on this planet. Death isn't peaceful when nothing gets solved. A country of wallets with pigtails and bankrupt holy rollers. Spend a night in the park and you'll see. It's not a circle, just loops on a line. Shuttle my brain and chisel my heart. Alice is in chains. Makeshift Elvis plays at your prom while music raises your kids in chaos. I'm dead and I'm still a cliché. Hey, there goes an asteroid headed right towards us. Deified adopted fathers. Portable deities. Household idols. Touch this, yeah, touch it. Let's play some voodoo. Appease dead ancestors so your kids can walk in acid soil. Suicidal lovers with prescriptions never knew they were in the proscription game. Now they roll in their graves at the speed of light. These Fugue States. You'll never know how it feels. Layne, how did you come to bear witness to the Sludge Factory? It does exist. Sleep lacking reason still produces monsters. Holocausts still happen everyday. Jesus hung by his slit wrists. You can't really repent with lack of information. An everyone else has it but you. The tumor remains. The tumor of disinformation. And it's spreading to you. Malice is an invisible pill. Beauty is hollow. And you worship it blindly. They come on friendly like only an enemy can. Recollections are only guesses. I begged to be filled in. I begged. In darkness and in light, I begged. You know, you watched me beg. Those of true kin together run free like wild horses. You fly like a pack of hyenas, salivating over your disguised bad company. Binge on our society or else we'll purge you of your life. Kept me stoned and fascinated. I kept me stoned and fascinated. You didn't like what you found. I didn't like what I found. You found out and claimed locked lips. I hope you choke. I hope you choke on my blood. Apparently I've choked on yours. Been kept alive by yours. Gallows humor. Your holiday is not my party. My death is your holiday. Guilt is the brother of death, even if you don't know what to be sorry for. Leaves nothing to be thankful for. I never lost faith. Was only weary to call his name.