The Human Error
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Born of Shit
FUCK! (c)2011
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Second Class
Down inside within a pit, I feel like I am
walking shit for things I've done and labels.
Man, I feel so second class. Can't be here,
can't be there, comfort isn't anywhere. We will
judge your every action. Even who you fuck. You
smile at me and say I'm free and yet you love to
fuck with me. And if you had it all your way
you'd burn me in my home. Doing time is not
enough, you want me to give it up every day,
every day. Just leave me the fuck alone. You
want my freedom? Come take it from me. I will
not bow down or let it be. All I have left is my
fucking pride, my dignity and rage, and these
tears I cry. A signature on a piece of paper is
your key. The will of the people is the dick
inside of me. Quell the masses just to shut
their fuckin' mouth at the expense of my living
free. Feeling like a maggot on a piece of bloody
crap. You're poking at my face inside the paper
trap. Lower than a parasite, reclusive like a
Troglodyte, but I will not fall to my fucking
knees. I'm sick and fuckin' tired of being
treated as like I am gawd damn second class. And
I would rather die than fucking give in and I
will not fucking let you win. (c)2011
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You Are Free (Do As We Tell You)
Every day I wake in a world of hypocritical
propaganda, narcissism feigning so political.
Swimming in my head like bellow in a cage
wanting to let out in a motherfucking rage. TV
melodrama vultures that are feeding on a dead
horse rotting in the name of patriotic. Justice
ain't no jury of your peers if the public
opinion is hunting for you, dear. You are free
(to do as we tell you) One, two, 3 o'clock, 4
o'clock, shock time. Better get in line with the
motherfucking swine. Leaning to the right while
they're cashing every check. Preaching to an
audience of dumb fuckin' shits.
Psycho-fuckin-babble 'bout every little thing
the codger at the top absolutely don't agree
with. Prime time, meal time, sharks to the
feeding time. Blow the whistle and you're gunna
fuckin' die. Outta' pocket pundits feigning
every outrage, the wealthy 1% shelling out to
set the stage. Balance, fairness, bullshit, tune
in. Feed their ego while they feed you
pestilence. Every day I wake in a world of
hypocritical bullshit, fake shit, try and
fuckin' make shit up to sell another fuckin'
falsity. And they don't give a fuck if it's
adding to calamity. Melodrama on the tube,
maggots that are feeding you recycled bullshit
and everybody's loving it. So eat, drink, pray
to your creator cause coming up next: American
Gladiator. (c)2011
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The Animal Song
White bread picket lines, hate filled picket
signs "It isn't fuckin' Adam and Steve!" Your
megaphone mouth come preachin' from the south
telling stupid people what to believe. Fancy
polyester, fancy gold ring smile. A picture of
the Wally and Beav. But behind closed doors, toe
tapping in the stalls. You love that jar of
Vaseline, yeah. Christ all mighty with the
prejudice, man. You're sayin' "faggots are
sick," but then you're fuckin' other men. The
way you're treatin' me and every human being, if
you're the quintessential I'd rather be an
animal. Queer lovin' motherfucker. Should I call
you father fucker? Tryin' so hard to hide. You
scream, I scream, we all scream for sodomy, but
we're not denyin' what's inside, yeah. Can I get
an "amen?" Rally 'round the flag and hide behind
religiosity. They can die for country, but a
wedding ring is out. It's the way God wants the
American dream, yeah. And I know it's hard to
live by your own words. Morality is such a
shitty thing when all your morals smell like a
fuckin' turd. The voices are screamin', the
drums are shakin', rally every sympathetic cry.
We're here, we're queer, and we're equal to you.
Though you've labeled us enemy mine. Shaking in
your boots, you're pissing in your pants hearing
our voices roar. We're here we're queer and
we're equal to you and we ain't takin' this shit
anymore. We are human, black and white,
deserving of the very rights you hold within
your iron fist. Manipulation and the fear, the
losing battle ends here, we no longer take your
shit. Every woman, ever man, straight, queer, we
take a stand. It isn't wrong to be gay. We'll
stomp you out, stomp you out, vote your fuckin'
party out cause we are the American way, yeah.
(c)2011
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God is an Atheist
Standing at the corner with a bible in your
hand, you're walking up to me cause you don't
know where I stand. Gunna' fill me in with some
fundamental laws. You silly little christian,
let me tell you 'bout God. A lover of the
pestilence, a vain and jealous schmuck,
disgusted with humanity and no longer gives a
fuck. An insecure prick with a Prozac dire need.
I don't believe in heaven cause I don't believe
in me. God is an atheist. Now I know what you
may think, is this guy a fuckin' nut? Well hear
me out a second, you silly little cunt. If Jesus
is cumming, how do you know he isn't me? And
what if he came back with a shitty self esteem?
And now you know the story of the deity at hand
and why the world is fuckin' shitty all across
the land. I gave up on you people when you
started to become bigot homophobics that remind
me of scum. (c)2011
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Tornado
We're throwin' a wind storm, throwin' up the
hell fire. We're comin' up to throw it all
around. We're bringin' down the whirlwind,
smashin' every bitty thing. We're comin' on out.
Better run for your life. A tornado is coming
for you. We're bringin' down the house. We're
tearin' up the front door. Smash it up and throw
it all around. Can you hear the sound? The
roarin' like a freight train. It's tearin' on up
and it's coming for you. Body of a devil, dusty
as a din, and the heart as black as the stroke
of midnight. You better grab everything that you
care about. Run like hell, baby, run for your
life. (c)2011
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Burn, Motherfucker
Wanna' smell the burn as the tires hit the
ground. Wanna' watch 'em run with panic all
around. Wanna' see 'em question as they're
runnin' for the hills, "Who's the fuckin' clown
with the hands upon the wheel?" Wanna' smell the
burn as I'm drivin' all around. Wanna' hear the
grind with the rubber mownin' down. Sweating in
the mask and I give the wheel a turn. Burn,
motherfucker. Wanna' feel the runnin' of
adrenaline inside. Lookin' all around for
another one to die. Wanna' show 'em right from
the wrong they did commit. Wanna' fuck 'em up
and not fuckin' give a shit. Turning every
corner just to see another face. Another
motherfucker that I can fuckin' chase. Flashin'
of a smile right behind the latex. You made me
psychopathic and now you're fuckin' next. You
had a pointy stick, now I shove it in your ass.
I twist a little bit as I laugh and fuckin'
laugh. This fantasy of mine has been breeding
ever long. You could have stopped it then, but
I'm just too fuckin' gone. So I wanna' smell the
burn with the tires on the ground. Wanna' watch
'em run with the laughter all abound. The evil
in my head is a'swimming and astir and every day
I wish and everyday inside fuckin' burns.
(c)2011
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Sweat & Mistletoe
Standing underneath the mistletoe, your body
trembling. Quivers. Such a creature to behold.
Your breasts aching to be touched. The snow
falls outside the window as I kiss your neck and
touch your hair. I've traveled many moons to be
here tonight, but the only moon I want is yours.
My lips touch slowly to your forehead. You close
your eyes. You know what to do. Reach down
farther. There you go. Open wide. I have a
present for you. In the firelight your teeth
glistens. Clenched tight. Does it hurt? From
behind you feel so warm. Ho ho ho. Such a
beautiful woman loving every moment as the
temperature rises from our skin. Santa Claus is
cumming, baby, underneath the mistletoe. Twas
the night before Christmas. Dripping all through
the house. Even on the kitchen table. Hope we
didn't wake your spouse. Your stockings are on
the floor. By the chimney I dress. I must be on
my way now. I have deliveries to make. Wait,
what was that? Did you hear that sound? He's got
a knife. (c)2011
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Pain Addiction
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Samsara
Crawling, yeah, I'm
crawling in this shithole of a brain. Falling,
yeah, I'm falling in the never ending reign.
Senses overwhelming, God damn my bitter soul.
Trying to be stoic, but I'm about to lose
control. Deep inside a burning rage neither god
nor christ can alleviate. No pill can ever make
me well, cause I'm in hell. Deep inside a
fucking leech is feeding off my misery. In
Samsara's where I dwell, yes I'm in hell. Aching
to drown my bastardized sanity. (Calling) But
it's calling the goblin in the machinery. A
savage fuckin' horror show. No intermission is
in sight. Can it just be a bad dream? Heh ...
yeah right... Nailed to my shadow and it's
pissing in the wind. A barbed wire attachment to
a boiling vat within. Can it ever end? I beg to
return to peace. Can this ever end without
residing six feet deep? (c)2007
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Mourning Sun
I cannot speak, my tongue
is tied and I want to hold you by my side. I
cannot speak, yeah, I cannot say, "Please, baby,
please just go away." I cannot speak, my tongue
isn't free, and though I want to hold you close
to me, I cannot speak, yeah, I cannot say
"Please, baby, please just go the hell away!" I
said run, rabbit, run! Run all night til the
mourning sun! I cannot speak, situation unkind
and there are many things that are on my mind.
The shackles and the chains wrapped around my
throat and they're strangling, they're
strangeling my every cry. I cannot speak, I
cannot talk and it's you with whom I wanna walk.
But this hell I carved right into the past won't
go away; will forever last! I cannot speak, my
tongue is tied and how I wish to hold you right
by my side. The hangman's noose ever near my
back and it's prayin, and it's prayin, that I'll
crack. So I cannot speak, I cannot talk, so
please walk away from the hell I brought. From
the hell I carved right into the past and it's
shoved so far up my fucking ass! (c)2010
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Scorpio Lover
Touch me. Draw my fingers
across your skin. Draw the warmth of your lips
south and kiss me deep. Dance a waltz with the
gun. Tango fiercely with the flesh. Bid me ready
for festivities so I can make all your screams
cum true. Take the cloth between your teeth.
Bite down gently, firmly, grind. I will guide
into your dark halo while you slowly close your
eyes. And in the darkness, cum, endure. I kneel
down with your waist in hand. Ride on like a
brutal mare. Scratching, screaming, loving,
bare. Passionate one, show me the raw of your
sensuality. Show me the pain I know you love.
Take all the pain until you cum. Within the
pillows or the leather or the lace (where ever
you choose to bury your face.) You know I love
it as much as you; Scorpio lover, I lust you,
too. (c)2009
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Illuminate
Please don't light a
candle for me. There's no way to illuminate this
darkness that's been creeping on me. It only
seems to frustrate. Please don't cry a tear for
me. I am not worth your salt. I'm a jilted
master of destiny so this hell is all my fault.
Please don't ache from the treachery. I am an
ignorant fool. Full of caked on misery, yeah I'm
a whiskey loving tool. The avalanche that's
closing on me comes from my flesh per pound. So,
Nero my friend, play me one more time while my
Rome burns to the ground (I wanna watch it burn)
(c)2009
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necRomance
Your soul wraps around
mine each moment I look into your eyes. Only in
black flame could I feel this. I am subjegated
by your every beautiful flaw and I am enraptured
by your gentleness. And I vow to never take you
for granted and my love will be pure until I
cease to exist. To give you every pleasure
desired. Every part of you I will kiss. Come to
me... (c)2006
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In Black Flame
When I taste you in my
mind I know it's in black flame. The beast
within wants to feel your touch. Your skin
drives me insane. Your darkness whispers into my
soul leaving bittersweet wretched pain. Your
tongue running up and down my spine and I know
it's all in vain. Creeping in the silence, baby.
Creeping in the pain. Bring the devil closer as
you're lighting of the flame. (In black flame)
When your mouth fits like a glove I know it's in
black flame. Dripping nectar from your love,
we're one within black flame. Can you make my
skeletons fade while you call my name? Can you
make the amber mundane and chase the shadows
from my brain? When you sing from electric waves
the swell is in black flame. I bite my lip and
rock gently like a victim from your grave.
(c)2006
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Party til You're
Dead
A slam back stare under
manic panic hair. Yeah, slip into the crack
cause the moon is full and bare. Demons are
jumping and the music is pumping. Yeah the sound
is really something when you slam without a
care. The hair is whipping and the girls are
stripping and the bodies are dripping and the
skin is turning red. Nails are gripping and
everybody's tripping. Little Death cums ripping,
yeah, party til you're dead. A vampire's grace
and the look upon the face and the echos in the
chambers with the thumping of the bass. Tails
and the fangs in the middle of the bang makes
every demon hollar in the writhing of the gang.
(c)2008
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He is Love
He's small and pale and
spiney and His skin's a little tough. And I can
feel His fibers crawl through my aorta. Passed
on through saliva in a kiss and a smile. Makes a
hunting wild man want to settle for a while.
Cause He is love. He creeps along in my brain
secreeting his shit. The chemical reaction is
nothing short of bliss. I want this to last
forever, but He's a sadist cause He knows His
life expectancy ain't worth a bloody piss. Yeah,
He is love. Makes me want to sing and dance in
the rain or slit my wrists slowly and throw my
life away. I don't know where He comes from or
why he plays His tricks, but He's turned the
once sane into a bipolar lunatic. Cause I'm in
love. (c)2009
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American Gothic
God damn, she makes me
wanna scream when she's getting right down with
the devil in the deep. Marrow not inside the
salivating bone, but I think she's got another
plan. Taste the flavor on her lily white skin. A
raven haired goddess that loves to bloody sin
with teeth wrapped around an evil demon grin.
Yeah, she makes me wanna scream! God damn! (I'm
cumming all American) God damn I'm cumming to
the bloody freak show. Take her hair right in my
hand. Hour glass figure right in my hand. God
damn she rides and I'm going hella mad. Grind
like the devil, grind, grind like the devil,
yeah. Scream his holy name while I'm drawing to
the drain. Wrack your pretty body with
endorphins and the pain. A bon fire rages and
I'm trying everything to tame the bitch in heat.
Yeah, my baby loves to dance. She's dancing for
her freedom, yeah. She's grinding for an
offering. So give right up everything that you
can. Come to the freak (Come cum to the freak
show.) She'll make your every dream arise. Her
flesh is there to hypnotize. She'll suck you in
and tantalize. Yeah, my baby loves to dance.
(c)2009
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St. Homewrecker
It's that time of year,
yeah, yeah, yeah, filled with Christmas cheer. I
may be getting old, but I'll get my man this
year. I don my ranger mask and, yeah, yeah, yeah
paint my face a'gold. Raise my armpits in the
air, yeah, "Death to Mr. Cringle!" I want to
kill Santa Claus! I want to kill Father X!
Flashback in the kitchen where I saw my mommy
and a bearded man kissing, yeah, cheating on my
old man now. My blood boiling now inside. I grip
the gun behind the tree. I come around the
corner and suddenly I see... Ho ho ho ho! (Run,
rabbit ...) Merry Christmas, everybody! (Run,
rabbit ...) RUN, RABBIT, RUN! Godammit! He got
away again, but I'll be waiting patiently come
this time next year. Every December I hear the
song of mommy cheating with Santa Claus. Gunna
rid the world of that homewrecker because I want
to kill Santa Claus! I want to kill Father X!
(c)2006
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"W"ar Criminal
(note: This song was
written about a certain prior redneck)
Dear, Mr. President, I'm
choking in the sand. Laying here in a pool of
bloody just trying to understand. I'm fighting
for their freedom, to give em your gift of
relief, but every time I see you I see nothing
but a thief. My God! Bullets flying! My God!
People dying! And you don't care! Profiteering
off the miserable. My God! Families crying! My
God! You're still lying! You cut 'n run! You are
nothing but a war criminal! Yesterday I saw the
bodies of a slaughtered man and wife. A caved in
skull became his fate, from her throat stuck a
knife. I tried to find the tears, but none fell
on my face and I felt with every stop loss that
I'll never leave this place. Dear, Mr.
President, do you think of me when you're
golfing with your friends? When you curl up to
go to sleep? Is there something I can do to make
you become aware? Cause I am not expendable, but
you don't seem to care. (c)2008
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You're So Evil
(It's Beautiful!)
Holy mother damn, she
comes a slitherin'. A sight to feast upon for a
backway fantasy. She come to bring me hell with
her lovely little show. She'll find the weakness
in my soul. The tail of the devil and the eyes
of a wolf. You're so evil it's beautiful! The
star, it swallows, and the moon is full. You're
so evil it's beautiful! Standing by the fire
with a burning in her veins. A bloody bloody
pyre casts a glow upon her mane. The crack in
the moon is given to the wick. She tastes so
sweet, she looks so sick! She'd beg to differ,
but she doesn't beg. Dancing on the wicked in
her holy tartarus. The wanton leather lust, this
busty succubus. I bow my head and she licks the
skull. She's drop dead gorgeous, yeah, she's
beautiful! (c)2006
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Non-Album Songs (Singles) Lyrics
A Hell of a Christmas (featuring Ministry)
Deck the
halls with the testicles of a jolly man. Wreck
the walls within my brain of how it began. I can
not just let it be. That fucker destroyed my
family. Now I sit and I wait and I plan. Jingle
jangle jingle all the way! Oh what fun it is to
slay! Memories of a simple time inside my home.
There they were on the kitchen table all alone.
Mama's head moving all around. The fat man said,
"Keep going down." Kissing underneath the
mistletoe. Silent night, a deadly night for me!
In my head it's laughing at me, and I'm stuck
here in a padded room dreaming daily of your
doom. Sanity left on the short bus, but I hope
you have a hell of a christmas! Dreaming of my
enemy crucified upon a tree. Deck the halls with
your jolly nuts. I want to give you a hell of a
christmas, man. Fantasizing of a head upon a
stick. Wrap the intestines all around my bloody
dick. I'll wear his face just like a mask and
shove a candy cane right up his ass. I wonder
why the doctors think I'm sick? Walking in this
twisted wonderland. You'll never catch me, I'm
the gingerbread man! The day has finally come
... it's time to go home ... Cut the throat of
everyone in front of me. Now I'm on the run with
a scalpel up my sleeve. I told them I had to get
away, but they all said I had to stay. Now they
know why I shouldn't get too angry. Santa Claus
is coming into town! Gotta find a way for him to
be found! Getting close to home and I'm hyper
now! (c)2010
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Wheels on the Bus (heavy metal version)
The ... Wheels on the bus go round and
round, round and round, round and round. The
wheels on the bus go round and round, round and
round and round. Doors on the bus go open, shut,
open shut, open shut. Doors on the bus go open,
shut, open, open, shut. The wheels on the bus go
round and round, round and round, round and
round. The wheels on the bus go round and round,
round and round and round. Keegan is on the bus,
on the bus, on the bus. Keegan is on the bus, on
the, on the bus. The wheels on the bus go round
and round, round and round, round and round. The
wheels on the bus go round and round, round and
round and round. Doors on the bus go open, shut,
open shut, open shut. Doors on the bus go open,
shut, open, open, shut. Keegan is on the bus, on
the bus, on the bus. Keegan is on the bus, on
the, on the bus. The wheels on the bus go round
and round, round and round, round and round. The
wheels on the bus go round and round, round and
round and round and round and round. (c)2011
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the PAINter (featuring Reverend Steven Johnson
Leyba)
Shit and blood and fuckin' cum. Wipe it
with a fuckin' gun. Taste the PAINt on my hand
and you'll never fucking understand. Shit and
blood and bloody piss. A devil plague you can't
resist. A moral canvas is the plan. Add some
shock for the whiskey man! Haill Satan with
everything I do! Hail Satan with everyone I
screw! I am the spirit of the rebel and the
trick! Hail Satan with a bloody dick. Hail Satan
with everything I am! Hail Satan and I don't
give a damn! Hail Satan and I'm gunna make ya
see that the devil is a force to be reckoned in
me. Redskin man gunna bring you hell and I shit
on everything you sell. I am your black fuckin'
outlaw, but you can just call me god! Redroad
killing in my every fuckin' gene. I'll bring you
hell in your art scene. They say that I am not a
saint. Yeah? I fuck your fear with all I paint!
Shit and blood and fuckin' cum. Your fear is
what I fuckin' love. Call me "devil" and I'll
laugh. You'll never understand the path. A
tampon swastika on my read. My art's a mirror
for all I see, so welcome my every pearl or I'll
burn down your whole fuckin' world! (c)2010
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