I wrote the X in the corner
That was my creation
I don’t know why I did it
But now it has meaning

I’m gone from this wonderful world
Filled with these people I call my friends
I never had many friends
I have too many friends

So what do you call this?
Something great? Something magical?
I am on Cloud Nine, but I couldn’t care less
And these flowers in this pot will never wilt

No, I’m not drunk
And no, I’m not sober
No, I do not exist
And no, I am not dead

But I don’t want to spend the rest of my life
Here in this little ghetto picture
But statistically what are we to do?
Can we escape the population
Or is it too overwhelming
Is there something here to give us hope
When the day’s through?
Can I shake this tune out of my body
That keeps my legs rocking all night long?
But I am filled with so much heat
It is too much
So I slip, slip, slip
Slip sliding away
Down into Nirvana
Where I can meet Metallica and maybe jam
With Aerosmith and Steve Tyler
But they are ephemeral
And I am amazed I can think of that word
In my state
When everything has gone postal in my world

So the guitar plays this tune
Strumming to the beat of drums
And she sings with her voice:
“Now that you left me”
But I’ve left here long ago
All my friends knew it
But just not for how long
I wonder if all my friends will be old and aged
When I return

Crosses and crucifix
I seem to forget them when I cross to the other side
Netherness and transcendence
On the other side
I am gone
If only for awhile
And aren’t the flowers prettier with this vision;
This new pair of eyes to see from?

Ten billion petals strong, not one the same
So many smells
But too much fragrance
And it spoils it all

Who was it that forgot their religion
And killed all those poor school girls
At the funeral?
Oh, I forget now
What an interesting fellow
But ain’t it the same?
Ain’t it a bitch that they all kill themselves in the end
They were all suffocated by the population

And psychologists think they can find some reasoning
Behind what we do
They know less than this translucent high I feel
And they think we are all programmed the same
Like some damn robot factory
But I ain’t no automaton
Functioning like a computer
You can’t give me rules and directions to follow
I’ll just break them
Because that’s what I’m programmed to do

And who’s going to notice one more murder in this town?
What a grand twist of fate these things are so commonplace
They are thought to be expected almost
All right, I’ll give the public what it wants
And what I’ll get out of it, oh what I’ll get out of it!
They think they know me
Depriving me in this abstinence for years
Who do they think they are?
What kind of fools live in their heads?
Misery must run rampant in ignorance
And I don’t know about you
But I think all this world needs is a little less misery

What is your promise of what is?
I know that I am more than just this
Murderer and rapist of life
You offered me everything
I believed you from the start
My parent’s educated me your name
In holy sacrifice I accepted what I was told
It is not my fault what I do
I blame you, you foul tempter
And you hide behind the scripture
Passed down century upon millennium
So now they all think you’re good
And I’m evil
Oh, how cute!
What a little prick of you
You made believe in nothing
And, of course, it was right
Your time is near
Something has come and will extinguish you
And your little sect is afraid
So it fights back
Many against one
But I will fight them all
Just you watch
You - The Molester of Always

Violins and cellos
Sweet music composed on them
And I’m not much to admit being a romantic
And if I start mumbling can you understand me
Or are you dependent on your ears?
Can’t you hear without hearing?
Or are you too weak to even acknowledge there is some other way?
This is what your Creation has condemned you to
You believe what is written
Because it says it’s the Holy Word
But can’t you even think on your own?