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A Perfect Circle

Hourglass

red flag red, all the sentinels are damned
the tokyo kitty, swallow, rose, and canary
tick tick tick, do you recognize the sounds as the grains count down
trickle down right in front of you?
 
a little tickle tickle tickle, all your neck hairs prickle
as they barbecue the sentinels then eat them right in front of you
hourglass smashed, a billion little pieces
the count down, carry on: five, four, three, two
 
aristocrat breaks down to
democrat breaks down to
oligarch breaks down to
republicrat breaks down to
aristocrat breaks down to
democrat breaks down to
oligarch breaks down to
republicrat breaks down to
no hope left in the hourglass
 
red flag red, all the sentinels are damned
the tokyo kitty, swallow, rose, and canary
tick tick tick, do you recognize the sounds as the grains count down?
trickle down right in front of you
 
tickle tickle tickle, all your neck hairs prickle
as they barbecue the sentinels then eat them right in front of you
hourglass smashed, a million little pieces
they count down, carry on: five, four, three, two
 
aristocrat breaks down to
democrat breaks down to
oligarch breaks down to
republicrat breaks down to
aristocrat breaks down to
democrat breaks down to
oligarch breaks down to
republicrat breaks down to
breaks down to
 
aristocrat breaks down to
democrat breaks down to
oligarch breaks down to
republicrat breaks down to
aristocrat breaks down to
democrat breaks down to
oligarch breaks down to
republicrat breaks down to
no hope left in the hourglass
 
a ten, nine, ready!
a ten, nine, ready!
a ten, nine, ready!
hate, seven, six
five, four, three, two
a ten, nine, ready!
a ten, nine, ready!
a ten, nine, ready!
hate, seven, six
five, four, three..
 

The Doomed

Behold a new Christ
Behold the same old horde
Gather at the altering
New beginning, new word
And the word was death
And the word was without light
The new beatitude:
'Good luck, you're on your own'
 
Blessed are the fornicates
May we bend down to be their whores
Blessed are the rich
May we labor, deliver them more
Blessed are the envious
Bless the slothful, the wrathful, the vain
Blessed are the gluttonous
May they feast us to famine and war
 
What of the pious, the pure of heart, the peaceful?
What of the meek, the mourning, and the merciful?
All doomed
All doomed
 
Behold a new Christ
Behold the same old horde
Gather at the altering
New beginning, new word
And the word was death
And the word was without light
The new beatitude:
'Good luck...'
 
What of the pious, the pure of heart, the peaceful?
What of the meek, the mourning, and the merciful?
What of the righteous?
What of the charitable?
What of the truthful, the dutiful, the decent?
 
Doomed are the poor
Doomed are the peaceful
Doomed are the meek
Doomed are the merciful
For the word is now death
And the word is now without light
The new beatitude:
'Fuck the doomed, you're on your own'
 

By And Down

Moving in and out of the shadows
Its no easier mission
Holding onto how I picture you
Showing only bits and pieces
Till the tide betrays you and your empty allocution
Searching your eyes for a hint or a trace of humility
Searching your eyes for the saint is an act of futility
Searching your eyes for a hint or a trace of it
searching your eyes for humility
searching your eyes for a hint or a trace
I'm still searching searching
Showing all the missing pieces
Till the light betrays you and your empty allocution
Saw the Piper by and down the river
Caught his crippled alchemy
From pounding waves of adoration
Pied Piper float on down the river
Bloated carcass crippled me
The weight of adoration
Moving in and out of the shadows
Its no easy mission
Holding on to how I picture you.