I am the savior in the brothel, I'm the saint trading souls, Christ on a Harley at full throttle, bottled angel to be sold. I hide in corners of the church, the shadowed pieces of the cross, the flock dressed in their Sunday clothes, I seek to cleanse them with them off. I hold the keys to temp and spit, I know the secrets they don't tell, I bleed stigmata in the pit, I find the humor deep in hell. I am tomorrow without fear, I am the past you will regret, I make you think the end is near, because I know how it gets you wet. I crawl the nightlife as I bless, I pay the whores double their price, I scurry gladly through this mess, I am the artificial light. I bring the hope to those who bet, their lives for fame and fortunes tongue, I am the shit that you inject, I'm beautiful, rich, smart and hung. I lie, I cry, I lead astray, I have control over your fate, I live for getting in the way, I love to taunt and agitate. I'll never stop, I'll never change, eternally, I still exist, I'm sick and sexually deranged, still when I'm gone I'm always missed. I live in blood, sweat, tears and come, I'm made of sickness, made of death, I am the leach that sucks you numb, I am the pussy on your breath. I am the lines, the information, the redemption in the wire, the thought behind the masturbation, I'm the energy, the fire. I am what frightens you to sleep, I am the only hope you've got, scream the praise your hole to keep, deliver you from all this rot. And as the curtains close this chapter, as the century winds down, maybe you'll learn from all my laughter, learn to swim or fucking drown. Because maybe this is what it takes, perhaps you'll learn from my mistakes, the contradiction that makes sense, nail me up this time I won't flinch. |