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TRAP DOOR there is a trap door  in this song there is a kill switch in this song among the hidden messages there is a message and while you pretend to not be looking the song pretends you don’t exist do you exist? I can say anything I want I can do anything I want I’ve got a trap door I know where it’s hidden you don’t but I’m too afraid I won’t leave the hinges are rusty they need WD40 I’d make too much noise and you’d follow me did you hear that? do you follow me? 2.5 SONG I got home and the cockroaches had enough of it I caught one cleaning the crust off the stove I got home and she had enough of it I caught her in a corner with a hammer and my CDs is this really as low as it goes? it’s unknown the unknown it’s unknown the unknown I got home and I decided I had enough of it I ripped the hissing radiator off the wall I threw it into my television and picked up my guitar and I smashed every fucking thing I own is this really as low as it goes? it’s unknown the unknown it’s unknown the unknown sometimes it takes seeing the bottom 800 JERKS I got not that much room in my mind my 10 mile head is only 6 inches wide inflated mouths hang off my hide I need to cut the ballast and throw it over the side I can’t cut em all out of my life, they multiply a virus darkens my whole blood red sky drain my brain out through my spine gone is Mr. Nice and Grinning Guy I gotta cut em all out 800 jerks cut ROCKET FUELED GOD hey mommy I want a machine gun hey daddy give me an atom bomb all the soldiers in the world could surround me and shoot me down people could come up and look at my corpse and something else about heart strings I got a pistol, I got an H-BOMB, I got an Uzi, I’m a rocket-fueled god, get the guns you need, get the guns you need now IN GRAVITAS VERITAS we never just get there, we all lose some beauty on the way the devil takes his cut and leaves behind some shame you wanna talk about …  forces?!? there’s always some assembly required even if you’re together at the start there’s always some new proposition designed to tax more beats off your heart you wanna talk about … forces?!? there’s truth in gravity HEY FUCKO the gravestones are floating the protests are building hey fucko love nonsense goddammit the protests are floating the gravestones are building I’m alright and you seem OK DECIDE TO SLEEP well I’ve been thinking about becoming a maniac I’ve been thinking about becoming a president sanity is for the insane at 3AM I need a 6 to keep me OK wander around the Bronx for days sanity is for the insane I’ve been thinking of becoming a messiah maniacs decide to sleep presidents decide to sleep CEOs decide to sleep I’m never gonna get to sleep HEAD OF FLAMES The mad, I humbly invite to light your head on fire with me, here’s all you need the first step is materials you can use gasoline with matches or torches or a stove yer gonna need a bucket of liquid to squelch the flames preferably nothing over 80 proof would you douse me if I douse you? would you light me if I light you? got … a … light?  Now your onto step 2 you need the right setting and a friend – somewhat crazy, someone like you remember safety first, grasp your lighter firmly, 2 hands, light, run around, 20 seconds tops stop drop roll and dunk yer head in yer liquid once again I recommend under 80 proof would you douse me if I douse you? Would you light me if I light you? do it for salvation do it to heal your pain do it if you’re bored REGULAR GUY I get attacked by a lot of dogs, dogs ain’t gods I’ve got a memory like an elephant with a steel trap mind I hate doctors I perform my own surgeries if you want it done, do it yourself, I make out alright I’m not a monster I kill monsters I’m not a monster I’m a regular guy I don’t vote I don’t care I cut my own hair I knew a guy who stopped trying then he failed so I stopped but then I tried I’m above ground now I’ll be home soon I’ll be drunk soon normal usual customary habitual routine typical common conventional constant even keeled unvarying innocent regular regular regular regular HE TRIED TO LAM I keep trying to kill tomorrow today I’m crawling cross the end of my last day I had to do it, I needed the money I had to give away all I could give I had to do it I needed the money I had no soul but I had money we are the monkey on the bomb riding to oblivion PRETTY LITTLE UNIFORM why don’t you stick a needle in my head and extract my point of view? a conscious decision to be weirder is still a conscious decision like loving yer hate or working long hours perfectly messing up yer hair this year let’s do nothing and not brag about it I’m outta my mind, but that’s alright I’ve got time to obsess over my hated I’m trying real hard to stop trying but my mind is a T-shirt factory I’m loving my hate and working long hours perfectly messing up my hair this year let’s do nothing and not brag about it pretty little uniform RIGHT ON YOU they’re gonna test what you believe they’re gonna try to dissuade they’re gonna test what you say they’re gonna call you out and twist you to suit their ways I want to destroy I’m gonna go atomic speed I’ve gotta shield my mind from the evils of the FCC right on now I’ve got it and it’s right on you right on now it’s right on you they’re gonna test what you wanna be they’re gonna try to delete they’re gonna test your uncertainty they’re gonna drag you out and pound shit into your brain you’re just a decoy a covert attempt to be a part of mankind like me you fucking thief IN THE END the body is a god thing the body is a good thing fucking is a god thing fucking is a good thing I deal with the god things fucking the good things religion and sex and I like my religion with a whole lotta sex

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