Lyrics
The Better Me
Imagine I'm in two places at one time
Like a splitting cell
Myself, I parallel
My better half walks a straight and narrow path, while I'm wasting all my days
Turning circles in a maze.
He's easy to believe because he wears life on his sleeve
While I tend to babble, and what I wear unravels
He's walking tall through a world without a flaw, while I'm spending every day
Cleaning up the mess I've made.
It's kinda like Of Mice and Men as a slapstick comedy
Seems like a search that never ends Seeking the Better Me.
Imagine a world
A world without me
Imagine a world with no reason to doubt me.
He says and does all the right things
Me? I've talked my way out of every chance
He is me, but with spring in his step
That I try to emulate in this silly awkward dance
Seems kinda like Of Mice and Men as a slapstick comedy
Seems like a quest without an end, Seeking the Better Me.
Scratching At The Surface
Inward lies inspirations dark and divine
Thoughts that cannot scale the inner wall
Thus are never quite defined at all
Like a sea painted on a tapestry
Dry and idle rendered by the hand
See how much the same I am
Maybe life is a journey with no destination
Maybe triumph and tragedy
Have been predetermined
Lessons from the past light my darkened path
Such is this
The strange life
Pieces of my joy and pain are all I have to give you
Sharing them may be their greatest purpose.
I bear my soul but all in vain, though my tales may touch you
I know I'm only scratching at the surface.
It's a verve too elusive for these words, that even now I'm finding hard to write
Such an esoteric surge, like phantom pains, or the rhythm of the falling rain
As intangible as time
I try to catch it just the same
Maybe life is a journey with no destination
Maybe triumph and tragedy have been predetermined
Lessons from the past light my darkened path
Such is this
The strange life
Confession
I ask of YOU
Redemption for the
Man I am
Confess my pride
Assassin of my soul.
YOU refuse to make
Me whole.
Faith feighned…
A cloak to wreath my
Emptiness
I masquerade a
Silent prayer to hide
The fear you're not
There
Forsaken. Taken in
The Fall
Better to have loved
And lost
Then never to have
Loved at all?
I look and do not
See you
I listen and do not
Hear you
Silence
Emptiness
Yet, my heart
Hungers.
But still you remain
Silent
And refuse to make
Whole.
If you are here
And hear me
What was my faith for?
I cannot know what
Is not revealed to me
Kyle
I'll take the axe outta Max and I'll bury it in Harriette
There's nothing that she can say
I pack a gun just for fun, but I kill with a drill
Love to watch your life bleed away
I'll mutilate your roommate as you helplessly await
The feel of my steel
I'll soon be chewing all the brains a-spewing
It's more than just a meal
I'm a homicidal Necrophile and never without my tools
All that's lacking is an old-fashioned kacking
And I'm a kacking fool
I'll come to your place with a smile on my face
I'll get in the door with a smooth line
Then. I'll fix your drain or remove your brain
Whatever I'm feeling at the time
Perhaps when your dead, I'll chop off your head
And skillfully carve it up
Then I'll sit for a while and drink your bile
From my bloody lovin' cup
I'm a Necrophile with a low profile, and incredibly average description
I'm a regular guy with a gleam in my eye and a two-corpse-a-day addiction
The girl next door, they said was a whore
But I had to drag her in here
I simply must have her lovely cadaver
Hanging from my chandelier
She begged and pleaded
That she'd give me what I needed
But I only needed her dead
Because nothing says lovin' like her limbs in the oven
And her carcass in my bed
I rented new places and filled those crawl spaces
With friends and lovers I'd had
Nothing could topple this thriving necropolis
Such a lively and happening pad