O.D.
Get Your Gun
The Joy Decoys Are Coming
Suicide Soundtrack
Life Support
Dead America
Sinning By Your Side
Nymphoteens | Human Pollen
Lie. Fake. Money-Make
Florescent Sunshine
No One's Getting Out Alive
The Mannequin Campaign
My Black Hole Girl
Untitled
You're My Fix |
| » O.D. « |
Welcom to the world of the manic depressed
Hopped up on Valium and in cardiac arrest
Hold me closer when this world ends
We could share our endorphins
We could sleep with loaded shotguns and trigger happy trends
To become prosthetic and disinfect our friends
For the panic attacked and the socially phobic
The human pets neurotic and hopeless
We're all hopeless tonight
I don't need your therapy
I don't want you telling me Everything will be alright |
| » Get Your Gun « |
Johnny, get your gun
I'm not afraid to die
Johnny, get your gun
For a suicide pact tonight
Burning out with the Hollywood hopefulls
Johnny, I'm not your dying star
Ultra violence
Wrapped in cellophane
Bound and gagged in the back of my car
That cardboard cut out icon was my swinging rope and skipping toes
My world came crashing down |
| » The Joy Decoys Are Coming « |
The joy decoys are coming
Dirty as a dollar and twice as numbing
Backstabbing salesmen telling you how to feel
Door to door gunpoint
They are making you kneel
The rip off artists are coming
Selling you flesh to the meat markets and running
Sleazy used car salesmen telling you how to feel
If you want love, you can buy love
Everyone is for sale
Your devil in a three-piece suit is here
His gun is cocked to shoot who is near
You are the money hungry prostitute swine
Selling your soul one dollar at a time
You are the money hungry porstitute swine
Open your legs and recite these lines |
| » Suicide Soundtrack « |
Hey suicide soldier
With the weight of the world on your shoulders
Has everything left you tired?
Feeling drained and uninspired?
Well, you're just a freak
Like the res of us
Just a lonely freak
Falling out of touch
Wehn everything feels like it's just too much
Sing along to a disposable song
Now you're one of us
Hey suicide soldier
I've got enough matches to burn down Rome
It'll give you something to live for
Something to die for
Something other than being alone
This is the sound of the noise pollution
This is the burning bra revolution
You are the discarded nation
Burning Down every raadio station
When you need an anthem to feel
Sing load sing it proud
Go Fight Kill |
| » Life Support « |
You need me
And I need this illusion of safety
I'm just too scared of being alone
Without you, my air supply is low
And my heart is going to explode
Feed me a steady diet of resuscitator thrusts
Look at the lonely people, decayed and feeble
And look at what it's doing to us
So put me on your life support
My pulse is fading and my breath is short
So put me on your life support
I'm damaged goods on your police report
You were the adrenaline shot to my heart
When euphoria and I just couldn't part
Look at the lonely people, decayed and feeble
And look at what it's doing to us |
| » Dead America « |
Looking into her shadowed eyes
Looking into her shadowed skies
Dead America
Breathing her air
Feeling her scare
Dead America
The streets are throbbing with fear |
| » Sinning By Your Side « |
Does this hurt you? Does this make you feel alive? Can I be the lover in your bed? Sinning by your side
If i cut you will you bleed? If i touch you will you need? Annie, pull me closer
Annie, crush me harder
Take my breath away
Feel your blood flow
Fell me down slow
I know I'm the best you've ever had
Your Mr. Big shot
Your Mr. Cheap shot
Say my name again
I'm the best you ever had
Your Mr. Big shot
Your Mr. Cheap shot
Hey, whatever makes you come |
| » Nymphoteens « |
Are you vulnerable right now? Can I own you somehow? Do I make you feel degraded? Like a worthless piece of meat
Bound beaten and overrated Nymphoteens silver screens
We are all just friends
Tell me I'm your sex machine
Living out your wettest dream
Making every nympho scream
Or date raping every teen
I'm your narcissistic self esteem |
| » Human Pollen « |
Hey human pollen
Infect us all
Our rubber gloves
Will protect our fall
Just let the A.I.D.S. police go aghead and shoot first
And ask questions later
shoot, shoot
Let them shoot
Let them let them shoot
Let them shoot
Neophytes are alive by insect bites
Showing ever flaw in flourescent lights
Shoot shoot
Let them let them shoot
Let them shoot |
| » Lie. Fake. Money-Make « |
This static hit the airwaves
This gimmick hit the big time
We bought these masks in California
Were thos plastic surgeons are the crime
Liars and fakers are good money makers
Two-faced, double crossed, and vacant
We started a suicide cult today
And killed ourselves for the cliche
Would you follow each other to the next big thing? Of shooting yourself in the face
Would you bleed yourself dry? Just to live out that lie? And for one empty embrace
Bulimic and hostile
Are you sedated? Are you emaciated? |
| » Florescent Sunshine « |
Army ants living a little white lie
A slave to the wage and the nine to five
I want the monotony
I need the anonymity
My job defines who I am
It's my personal jesus
It's the evolution of man
My net worth tells me who I am
This is something you can't understand...anymore
Take it all and beg for more
We're all drugged monkeys
Content with our role
We're all porn junkies
Looking for a hole |
| » No One's Getting Out Alive « |
Dead presidents
Bleeding America Blue
Dead presidents
Shocking you with stun guns on the seven o'clock news
Your right hand man is sharpening his knives
Side by side
One by one
Standing in line to sedate yourself between commercial breaks
Because the psychotic hype has arrived
No one's getting out alive |
| » The Mannequin Campaign « |
This is the mannequin campaign
This is the shock value refrain
For the drug addicts
And the stoned fanatics
Drugs, drugs, drugs
Drag queens cross dressed and gender bent
Laying on all fours to pay the rent
For the drug addicts
And the stoned fanatics
Drugs, drugs, drugs
This is the mannequin campaign of the bleached white
The run way models whoring themselves at night
For the drug addicts
And the stoned fanatics
Drugs, drugs, drugs |
| » My Black Hole Girl « |
I've covered all my traces
And given all the facelifts
This is the black hole that I have become
You are the reason that I am so numb
I'm blowing the cover
Of a two-timing lover
This is the black hole that I have become
You are the reason that I am so numb |
| » Untitled « |
The sky is falling on a t.v. screen
Mass hysteria for an American dream
The antichrist is coming to kill of your young
Load your firearms
Because security is a warm warm gun
Armageddon well packaged and formatted for your t.v. screen
With fagged out politicians and pop star rape machines
Give us more medication
So we can run away from another day
Give us more isolation
Because it works for me
Give us more desperation
Because it works for me |
| » You're My Fix « |
Ms. Doe
I've been watchin you
Outside your window
Cutting myself to feel new
I want to tie you up, and pin you down
Ms. Doe
You're my only muse
This blindfold and this gag they're both for you
I want to tie you up, and pin you down
I want to feel lost and feel found
My nerves are shot and my wrists are slit
I'm your stalker and you're my fix
You're my fix
You're my fix
You're my fix |
