Sad is the glare of the star that burnt out quickly

Mama says i am only skin deep
Daddy says i am made of mountain
My enemies say i am sagging flesh
My instincts tell me i am drowning
The cool water turned to lightning
The facial expressions of those sick and dying
Too bad I am riding the wave
The wave of my crash landing
I feel i have had a resurrection
I feel that I land hard like timber
I crack like wood and fight the good fight
I claw the well as i drown again
Wake up and i am superman
End the day like i am a clown
Bitter cycles of the psycho depressed
Fire and hope and loss blend in disease
A certain filth and film cloud the visions

Sad is the glare of the stars that burn out quickly
Sadder is the glare of the dead dog in the road
he stares at you and and has a certain arrogance
for he has entered the realm of the bitter world
you know the next life, the other world
the book helped you mix up your emotions
hell is hot boy learn the ways
Can i buy my way into heaven
or will the flying saucer take us all away
probe us and zoo us and flush us
or will they love us?

Tongues of chatsity belch porn and introduce the flagellants
13th century flagellants to be exact
they whipped their backs in penance and pure sickness
they achieved the hell they needed
then they laid back and questioned it all
kinda like staring at a womans ass in church
hell what do i know
stars moons and pink clovers
lucky swarms of angry wasps
sting your head and lodge in your hair
you dance the stinging dance of pain
and you swell like a roadside kill
and you explode and see your god
and the clouds part and you freeze
and you stare at the parting of the heavens

night time cold remedy
shotgun carbon monoxide
explosions in the cranium and bone wall
choose to see nirvana
sad is the glare of the star that burnt out quickly