No one wants to lay the plastic down

I feel like I'm living

But living in a dream

And dreaming about all the things that I hate

All the things that make me sick

All the poison dressed like people

And they're walking

Walking through the world

And grabbing control

And stealing the innocent and the innocence

We were desperately trying to make room for

And I'm watching from my window and my screen

And I'm screaming with a silent voice

I'm tired

And my voice was lost too long ago

But I'm screaming anyway

No one cares

No one is going to

About the little boy

In the big man's skin

Crying in the night

Because the bogeymen are real

And taking people away

Because the bogeymen are real

And taking over the world

With smiles and idiocy and promises

The stupid think they'll keep

Fools glued to their pews

While their pastors screech and scathe

And drag the people to hell

One lost and broken brain at a time

One backwards beast

Possessed by the spirit of the spiritually blind

Fucked with the rod and spoiled like a child

After another

Hoping to go back to the only greed and scene they know

Where they were happy

Where all the good gay men and all the good dark men are dead

So they won't be tempted to suck a dick or open their ass in sin

And their women will never know what it's like

To orgasm to a cock bigger than an inch or two

Or ever at all again

Not as long as God says so

So sayeth the pastors to the pews

In any old English accent they choose

To as many sixth grade drop outs as

They can choose it to

As long as they don't see the actual sixth graders

They hold captive under the pulpit

Clamped to their thighs

What if they need to fake another

"I'M SO SORRY! BUT GOD HAS FORGIVEN ME!"

Again, and again

And maybe another again

Beyond the hundreds of shadows that won't be seen

And the bodies under the floorboards

The churches don't have wings

Pointed tails fly just as well when you wind them up

Let them rip a few to catch the wind

And drop their shit across the world

If their savior saves

Where the fuck is he now?

Either he is talking

Or he is pursuing

Or he is in a journey

Or peradventure he sleepeth and must be awaked

This world is going through a man-made hell

And these people cling to his name like a bullet proof vest

After they've fired the gun

If these are the ones he cares for

Then he is no more a god of love than a god of decay

Just somebody that I used to know

If he uses these people to do his work

He has no work of good to do

Or he is the poorest of the workers of godliness

Who has to do the job repeatedly

And still can't get it right

It just gets returned and re-bought

And repackaged in ugly red bows

And given as a gift of his love like

It's never been gifted before

And always will again

When does the next war start

The one that involves the world

I'm tired of waiting through the talks

And the scares and the threats

And the news of the kidnappers hiding their faces in the streets

Because they're scared of who will take their jobs and their wives

And their virginity

Or maybe just the shield of fear

They've taken too long to build to lose it now

Just drop the fucking bombs and start it off

Your-god damn it

No more will they

Won't they

Fuck or stop showing me the bed

I'm over waiting to see who's better in the sheets

While the chunky milk rots and shits and

No one wants to lay the plastic down

Or kick it out the door and

Oops

Forgot the fucking leash

Hope they don't walk themselves over a cliff

While looking for another brooks brothers covered leg

To hump for another treat