The Belly of the Pig

The demented Photostat age.
The time of no room.
We’ve broken the genetic code
and left it bleeding by the road
where murderers loom.

You’ve changed your face you’ve changed your scent.
You’ve even changed your fingerprint.
Image is anything but with all this electricity
you can’t change your publicity.

The lies the many sing
down in the greed plex
under a spike of light
stop at the slave port
enter the death resort
no stimulation
nothing but mono thought
re simulation
Depop but don’t get caught
I dream to surf, the rodeOcean

Negotiate meaning with no emotion.

If the kill is clean your still got time
to home — evil on the tooth of crime
Ain’t no telling that good night.

You’re the type of soul who’ll find
the love of their life
In a bottle of wine
Hit a girl with your truck
Tell her about your eight year old
And you think that’s OK ~~~
that’s not too bad unless you’re dead.

Oh, you ever see me when you’re drunk?
When the flowers are fragrant
The stars are blue
And the lover come out to play
Oh, I will come out to play
When you’re singing from your grave.

Can’t even find a cigarette
Looks like you may go to heaven
But you can’t take this feeling
It’s in the works
It’s a shame for you to miss
Oh, when you’re at the bottom
You wonder where it was
It’s time to roll up the sleeves
And pull it apart
You can’t change the machine
You can’t change the light
You can’t change the taste
You can’t change the image
You can’t change the publicity
The truth doesn’t matter

Just look in the mirror and try to change
If the paint’s white it’s on the wall
If the mirror’s fogged up it’s in the closet
It’s time for you to rock your roll

What’s good for the goose is good for the gander
In the pocket of the night
Is the belly of the pig
Then where is it you live
And what’s the code
It’s the rat age
The demented Photostat age
The time of no room
We’ve broken the genetic code

And left it bleeding by the road
Where murderers loom
You’ve changed your face you’ve changed your scent
You’ve even changed your fingerprint
Image is anything but with all this electricity
You can’t change your publicity
The lies the many sing
Down in the greed plex
Under a spike of light

Stop at the slave port
Enter the death resort
No stimulation
Nothing but mono thought

Re simulation
Depop but don’t get caught
I dream to surf the rodeocean

Negotiate meaning with no emotion
If the kill is clean your still got time
To hone evil on the tooth of crime
I’m sober on the grapes of wrath
While running down the psycho path
Is this not a cruel world
Good morning little school girl
It’s the rat age
The demented Photostat age.

:: 09.04.2022 ::