KSUYOATBVEJX!

WOODEN DOGS
The impossibility of ghosts confounded my young senses
The fallacy of faerie realms embittered my perceptions
I discovered unexpectedly my heroes' imperfections
Insatiably needy adult pursuits, perpetual indiscretions
But oh, I had such high hopes...

Adulthood impressed upon me leadership's inevitable corruption
For there is no honest man who desires control over others
The absurdity of God: a conclusion reached somewhat later
Religion is just totalitarianism with a fictional dictator
But oh, I had such high hopes...

Physical decrepitude encroached upon me, despite my protestations
Humanity repeated endlessly its bloody decimation
Summation of life's experience, the painful revelation:
Love is not real and only exists in a person's imagination

So now I spend my days sitting in the park, carving these wooden dogs


NOTHING EVER CHANGES IN HELL
When I was a young lad growing up in the wasteland
Quite accidentally, I killed God
Oh I didn't mean to do it, no I didn't mean to do it
But they burnt me and sent me to Hell

Oh, nothing ever changes in Hell

Make the most of your misery while it lasts
Accentuate the abysmal, proactivate the self-destruct
Put your best foot forward into the grave
Put the spring back into your step off the cliff

'Cause nothing ever changes in Hell

So let's raise a glass of formaldehyde
Drink a toast to a toasted world
And a heart that never beats unless it is beaten