Oh hallowed bones, Oh this I swear. Mercy, We've seen the face of God, We've dug up the root of hatred. We know why men are corrupt, Mercy, we've seen the face of God. Your grandparents were Church goers, so I, I cut down your family tree, and I, I wrote the scriptures on the bi-product So I could read them at your funeral. Your grandparents were church goers, so I, I cut down your family tree, and I, I carved a coffin from the bi-product So they could attend your funeral. Bury me in the Dead Sea. Bury me on the Garbage Island.

How many scrapped planes would it take To build a prison for running mouths? I'm America's most wanted silent, But baby you can keep me quiet About as well as I can take a hint. For me, the only right place/right time Are the ones in my obituary. Bear witness to the tragedy when you can, Our lives breed anxious caskets. I'm tying knotted finish lines, I'm cutting my own chord. Bear witness to the tragedy when you can, We're all patched up grievances, So change the channel to my replay while I drown with my sorrows. Take everything I have, 'Cause when I said I have love in my heart, I was a fucking liar, I aint got much at all. Bear witness to the tragedy when you can, I'm no good at being patient, But a hawk with hangman's talons Will hold my breath for me. I've been so bad, I'm a sinner, But I'm Godless, And maybe I'll miss this place When I'm in Hell. At least I won't have The false notion That things get better from here. God rest my soul. Purple petals Lead graveward, And I've never loved anyone so much As I've loathed for myself. How do I marry skin to razor? How will I know when my heart has stopped? What do we do with the corpses of the Men who couldn't cope? Bear witness to the tragedy when you can, I'm hellbent on being a lover, But every time I've ever tried Has dug another foot in the dirt. Bear witness to the tragedy when you can, What I need is a little stronger. Even the shadiest bars in town Won't sell me the right poison. I'll leave an ugly stain Of shame upon my family In my last will and testament.

Bring me the lover. Stage left, bring me El Chupacabra. We have a lamb in the cast who Needs to be reminded Where she stands in this Production, production. She has no choice in the part that she plays. This curtain is The only hope she has left, But it opens like her legs When their hands scratch her skin. Hungry, peering eyes Not knowing what they're fed Are gonna watch a girl die Inside her own head. A polite applause erupts from the balcony And the boots of the players Crush valentines as they take their positions. She's bound to a chair in the Center of the stage by a Script that I wrote so I could Highlight her mistakes for her. One after the other, They all lined up to take Advantage of her mistakes. They're killing her but the gag in her Mouth holds back her cries And in her heart she tells herself That she loves them. Oh how dearly she loves Every single person Pulling at her hair and clothes. And the audience says... We know not why this moves us, We throw our roses to the stage. We buried her the next day Ten feet underground With newspaper wrapping up her limbs. On page seven they had a review of The last night's performance. "It was mostly mediocre, But the end shocked the theatre. You'll leave there half believing That they actually killed her"

Are we not the wolves at the graveyard, Whose lust is met by the rotting of flesh. I see you dear, at the bottom of the... Well, what do we have here? Treachery dressed in the Finest armored cars This city has to offer. This city has to offer. Finally a curtain falls And shrouds around the lives I've devastated Spitting through my broken teeth, This is the man you made me. I can't accept the blame. If I committed the crime, you'd fucking know it I can't accept the blame. I have a reputation to uphold I have a reputation... So ask me another question. If I'll let you live this time. You were born to suffer. I was born to watch you die. This isn't victimless.