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Old man Bickford, cattle, oil, real estate

He's one of the poker-playin', whiskey-drinkin' evil old men who run the United States of America.

To these backstage operators, presidents, cabinet ministers and ambassadors

and his jokes and errand boys...

they do what they are told to do or else.

His subordinates never know why they have fallen from favor.

That is for them to figure out when his displeasure falls heavy and cold.

Jess Sanford knows he's in trouble when the Old Man steers him into a little side room with one chair.

The Old Man sits down and smiles.

"Yunno, Jess. I have an intuition about you. I think you'd make a mighty fine President."

Jess turns pale. He was hearing his death warrant.

"Oh no, Mr. Bickford. I don't have the qualifications!"

"I disagree with you. I think you do have the qualifications. You've got a good front and a fuckin' big mouth."

Now Jess knows he talked too much in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Please, Mr. Bickford. I have a bad heart and the job would kill me!"

Bickford's smile widens.

"Think about it, Jess, just think about it...I wouldn’t wanna see you make a mistake” 
				

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Again and again
It winds slick/lix-like to have a fire site
Perilous thorn in my brain

Parasite nimble with convulsed streams of plasma
Nestles, sure of entry, in my brain

It breeds
It sweats
It burns
It lives

Piece by piece, it knows me, and I know it
Just when it comes and when it goes
It stays by me, in secret, all alone

Whenever I do what it drives me to
It takes a little piece of me and burns it
As a tribute to its god

As its temple and its victim
My blood runs on marble floors
Just like some insane circulation
Back into my corroded heart

By then I realize
There's just one door
One door, unlocked
I open the door, and
				

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This is the last hit
Your heart will beat Into this world ...
This is the first step
Your soul will take
Up to the sky ...
No time to pray 'cos you
Can't stay where words
Like that would count ...
Face the moment
That you feared and
Glide outside your brain ...
Golden wings
Drawn in blood
What is sin?
And who is God?
This time it's real
And not a game
Now cross the edge of time ...
The circle's closed
So enter now
The land of unborn life ...
Golden wings
Drawn in blood
What is sin?
And who is God?
You will find out If your heaven is colored black
And you will find out If your suffering will find an end
				

Don't wanna know your brother's name
Don't wanna know your sister's face
Don't wanna know your mother's age
Don't wanna know your father's wage

Don't wanna know your former friends
Don't wanna know your secret thoughts
Don't wanna know the drug you're on
Just wanna know why

Don't wanna know the master plan
Don't wanna know the hours spent
Don't wanna know who wins the war
Don't wanna know whatever no more

Don't wanna see the sun today
Don't wanna see the masses pray
Don't wanna see the children play
Just wanna see

Why do I hate you?

Hate!

Don't wanna hear no tragedy
Don't wanna hear the things you see
Don't wanna hear no wedding bells
Don't wanna hear no dying dance

Don't wanna feel a warming breeze
Don't wanna feel you touching me
Don't wanna feel like I'm on trial
I wanna feel I know
				

See me become a snake
Wrapped around your neck ...
See me become a spike
Pushed deep in your flesh ...
Feel me become a tongue
Gliding softly down your spine ...
Feel me become the essence
That makes you cry ...
But there's one thing
You have to know
When you awake
Don't be surprised
'Cos you won't be alive
Watch me become that moment
That really matters in your life ...
Watch me become the relic
That means so much to you ...
But there's one thing
You have to know
When you awake
Don't be surprised
'Cos you won't be alive
Hear me become a cry
That means a thousand words in one ...
And hear me as I whisper so low
That you won't dare to breathe ...
See me
Become a snake
Wrapped around your neck ...
See me become a spike
Pushed deep in your flesh ...
See me become the one
Who sees behind your eyes ...
And see me become the night
From where you will never return ...
				

I will crush my skull, when I feel like doing it
I will break my bones, when I feel like doing it

I will cut my veins, when I feel like doing it
I will shred my skin, when I feel like doing it

Yeah!

Self destruct

I will smash my teeth, when I feel like doing it
I will slash my face, when I feel like doing it

But I never

But I never will touch you
				

Oppression, weighs a ton
Depression, stains in black
Regression, the way things run
Aggression, my last resort

Love never crossed my way
Care, not even for myself
Peace means to reload a gun
Rest, I won't before I die

Nails in my brain, all that's left...just

Grin!
Grin 'til I lose
Until I lose...myself

Adrenalin, a legal drug
Anger corrodes my heart
Boredom, nitroglycerine
Violence, primal fear

Nails in my brain, nails hurt

Religion, violent innocence, guilt, panic
Exposed to all - A false reality
Look all through society...
More locks than keys