Creation Or a Stain

I got a god in my head

Tells me that I'm crazy

Got a god in my head

Telling me I'm crazy

An angrry little god punching all my scars

Another little god

Tells me that I'm lazy

A useless piece of shit with no love to give at all now

And the smallest god there

Thinks that I'm the greatest

Tells me no one else could be as good as me.

I listen to them all, I was a disc jockey to consequences

Little propogandist selling misery

I built the tune and I got to get away

Assure me that it wouldn't do to [unintelligible, 5 syllables]

No one see sme down there and no one's getting in

I got a [unintelligible, 13 syllables]

I drink and shoot and smoke until the only voice I hear

Is the one telling me those other people, don't let anybody near

No don't let anybody near (x4)

And now the telephone is ringing, the walls are falling down

The sea-birds are singing, my soul's nowhere around

I have made myself a mai-tai

I have damned myself again

I have eaten all my children, I have tightened up my skin

I'm a walking crucifixion, I'm a fucked-up memory

Consuming all that's left, I'm my mother's misery

I'm sucking on Satan's tit

She's milking me her poison flow

I drink until I'm convinced there's no place left to go

You know there's no place left to go (x4)

So I drink until the pain is dry

I know it never is

Sometimes tho, I guess I thnik that I'm the best

Until the morning after when I wake up with the guilt

Of burning down all the things my sacred hands have built

And throwing up all the love you know I never felt

Yeah, you know I never felt (x4)

Let's make our tortured Romeo's

Personal health can be beat

You bring it on yourself

Burn out when you might peak

The Holy Ghost is exiled from your heart and from your soul

If you control it it's no fun, and if it's fun you've lost control

Your past is plagirism

yous symbols have dried up

Your corruption's as confused

As old lovers that you've dumped

Like some hidden toxic fume

Your soul dissapates

It's the ozone of guilty acts

Eroded by all the things you hate

There's bodies dancing, crazed

Sexual heat

Grazing from the orchard where starving people eat

Her great weight overwhelms, at times bodies fall

Bankrupt from the beaten

Let's split one more eight-ball

Blue as beggars, beaten, bleeding

Tired eyes made of rust

And we all know when it gets like this there's no one you can trust

No no there's no one you can trust(x4)

Some say the solution's locked in the sweat-box

I wouldn't know

I've never been there, I sold my keys to get a ride

We sing along to forgotten AM radio stations

And drink expensive wine, toast the friends that we left hanging

Like prisoners in conceit

We hurry through the cracks

I know for sure don't trust no one who says' they've got you back

The windows all explode

Outside the noise pollution blooms

Everyone's now hidden like cockroaches in dark rooms

I've been brought back from the dead before, so anything can happen

Obsessed with tragic [unintelligible, 5 syllables] like Eric Clapton

These are my wild years, I'm trying to enjoy the pain

The euphoria of dying

Toxins wrestle in my brain

We've all been leaves of corruption

We've all been spiders on the wall

Waiting for a hand to smash us or the bloom of light to fall

Is this guilt of just self-hatred

Only wild, uncontained

Leaking from a broken soul

Is this creation or a stain

Is this creation or a stain... (x5)