Checkmate


impressionable youth at an early age
they’re waiting for their turn to be heard on the stage
it’s just another...mother...fucking dream
hate shooting down from the conservative’s gaze
they’re being burned alive in the Fundamentalist’s blaze
as you hear them...scream and...scream and scream

“kill kill your morals
kill kill your leaders
kill kill your deities
everything is going to die
kill kill your morals
kill kill your leaders
kill kill your deities
kiss your place in Heaven good-bye”

psychoanalysts with their tested methods
inherently ritualistic by design
they plant their notions...deep in...side your mind
hypnotic tragedy in the slaughterhouse
a sacrificial lamb has been made of your grouse
and optimism...stumbles...like the blind

so there’s only one thing left to do...

kill kill your morals
kill kill your leaders
kill kill your deities
everything is going to die
kill kill your morals
kill kill your leaders
kill kill your deities
kiss your place in Heaven good-bye

a Catholic priest with a sawed-off shotgun
paints the cross behind him red with his brains
and you wonder...where the...love has gone
step inside the booth and confess your sins
at the evening Mass suicide
and you’re moved like...another...helpless pawn

now look at your god and shout “checkmate, motherfucker!”

kill kill your morals
kill kill your leaders
kill kill your deities
everything is going to die
kill kill your morals
kill kill your leaders
kill kill your deities
kiss your place in Heaven good-bye



© Crying Whilst Dying - 2004