get the f**k up, luke!

for some reason i got very angry towards the end of this one...

are you just going to lie there on the ground

like a piece of dog s**t drying in the sun?

the sweat in your eyes

may as well be wasp stings at this point,

but it doesn't mean a f*****g thing.

the blood remind us we are alive!

yes, you could wave a hand

and none of the other 49

would raise question against you,

but death would be more welcome.

 

how freeing it is

to know death is coming.

to lay on the back of a truck

knowing the world will see another sunrise

long after this crude matter is dust.

 

i am pure rage.

i can not change what i am.

until now,

i have only been holding a mask

in a vain attempt

to cover what i truly am.

the blackness is surrounding me,
and each day i spare my neck

the print of a self-made noose

is another 24 hours

to invoke my unbridled insanity

upon this rock.

 

You can buy a Sweet Madonna
Dressed in rhinestones sitting on a
Pedestal of abalone shell
Goin' ninety, I'm not wary
'Cause I've got my Virgin Mary
Guaranteeing I won't go to Hell