Lay Down Your Steel

I’ve got problems

And you’ll never see or care

I’m nothing more than what I wear

I don’t know what’s real

I’ve got options

But they’re never what they seem to be

When lost in thoughts inside of me

My mind makes them a meal

Can’t stop watching 

Why all the coughing

Say you’re meaning 

Lies are believed 

In between the mean and

The green feelings

The obscene freedoms 

Seething deep in our breeding 

Like weed in my jeans 

A totally different scene

Then one in the wealthy 

Where it’s healthy

Even positively Christly

So don’t look at me nicely

Then move to a place where

There’s not a soul like me

I’ve got problems

You hope to never see or care

Or they’ll seep in and mess up your hair

And your feel for what’s real

You’ve got options

And they’re not free, like it’s meant to be

And it’s not your fault that you’re not me

So go and eat your meal

Find out more and you’ll feel

Then your beliefs might break out their seal

Coz to know me is to start your own peel

And let the world see what you really feel

And who you really be when you lay down your steel

If There’s a Beat

My favourite friend 

My best enemy

Forever 

If there’s a beat

My brain’s yours to bleed

Worn to the bone

Always workin it out

Obscene

If there’s a beat

You’ll fill it with shouts

Shadow beasts are about 

Staying chased is a feat

That I can’t do without

In need of the heat

Increasing the count

If there’s a beat

I must be in doubt

If there’s a beat

I must be in doubt

Insane or incensed 

Undead or un-lived

Does it matter?

If there’s a beat

I’m ready to give it

Torn by a tone 

Still workin it out

Maybe green

If there’s a beat 

I’m smokin it out 

Shadow beasts are about 

Dream flying’s a feat

I’ll keep trying out

Nineteen ninety-three

I had it worked out

If there’s a beat

I must be in doubt

If there’s a beat

I must be in doubt

If there’s a beat

I should use it to shout

If there’s a beat

I’m gettin it out 

 

So here’s the beat

Half Full Ego Cup

Now I bear my soul

Wrap it up in Fear of God,

Helmut Lang, Supreme

Shit it in a bowl

To make me scream

Then weigh the gold

Just give it all up

All your most gory,

Gawdy, bawdy stuff

And let the common feed 

Please give us what we need

And we’ll give you needless accolades

To fill your half full ego cup 

Until we find another source 

A stronger pull on our goldfish attention

Continuing convention with the fall

When you refuse to stay our course

The one that got our popularity vote

And left your letchy lovers hoarse

It’s about now you’ll know

That you never were a God

So you’ll hang, no scream

Gold plated shit in the snow

No need to feel squeamish

It’s how I wanted to go

A generations nostalgia

Will hold me over

For a little longer than most

I’ve got a haunt

Now I’m a ghost

Don’t say I never told ya