Angry little patriarch, you sit upon your cardboard throne, computer =
chip to make you talk, a bad synthetic baritone. Vengeful one, exacting =
father, you are nothing but a toy, take your leave you have no power, I =
don't fear your damning voice, bearded one, bellowing a hollow threat =
take your thunder, take your fire, don't forget your coronet! Imitation =
potentate, stern expression painted on, mantle made of cellophane and =
brandishing a rubber wand, consecrated effigy, thousands of your model =
sold, assembly line divinity with simulated thunderbolts! You are all
Jonesin'
And I want you - and I need to
Cut you and hold you in place - as I rip you apart
This blood on my face - but I loved you so hard
I can't escape - I'm crawling inside
You can't erase - this night that you died
To blanket the obscure (I was the victim - you can't deny this)
To leave you enraptured (I was the victim - you can't deny this)
to open the obscene (blood on my hands - as I had to drive this)
Fade to wet dream (home)
I watched you die - shut up and stay there and bleed
As I open you up and I watch while you scream
I can't get enough of your face in my dreams
I'm raping you blind - you can't believe
This night that you died
So far away.............
Rot, bitch....I'm gonna make you rot