Ænima

Stinkfist

Something has to change.

Un-deniable dilemma.

Boredom’s not a burden

Anyone should bear.

Constant over stimu-lation numbs me

and I wouldn’t have

It any other way.

It’s not enough.

I need more.

Nothing seems to satisfy.

I don’t want it.

I just need it.

To feel, to breathe, to know I’m alive.

Finger deep within the borderline.

Show me that you love me and that we belong together.

Relax, turn around and take my hand.

I can help you change

Tired moments into pleasure.

Say the word and we’ll be

Well upon our way.

Blend and balance

Pain and comfort

Deep within you

Till you will not have me any other way.

It’s not enough.

I need more.

Nothing seems to satisfy.

I don’t want it.

I just need it.

To feel, to breathe, to know I’m alive.

Knuckle deep inside the borderline.

This may hurt a little but it’s something you’ll get used to.

Relax. Slip away.

Something kinda sad about

the way that things have come to be.

Desensitized to everything.

What became of subtlety?

How can it mean anything to me

If I really don’t feel anything at all?

I’ll keep digging till

I feel something.

Elbow deep inside the borderline.

Show me that you love me and that we belong together.

Shoulder deep within the borderline.

Relax. Turn around and take my hand.

Eulogy

He had a lot to say.

He had a lot of nothing to say.

We’ll miss him.

So long.

We wish you well.

You told us how you weren’t afraid to die.

Well then, so long.

Don’t cry.

Or feel too down.

Not all martyrs see divinity.

But at least you tried.

Standing above the crowd,

He had a voice that was strong and loud.

We’ll miss him.

Ranting and pointing his finger

At everything but his heart.

We’ll miss him.

No way to recall

What it was that you had said to me,

Like I care at all.

So loud.

You sure could yell.

You took a stand on every little thing

And so loud.

Standing above the crowd,

He had a voice so strong and loud and I

Swallowed his facade cuz I’m so

Eager to identify with

Someone above the ground,

Someone who seemed to feel the same,

Someone prepared to lead the way, with

Someone who would die for me.

Will you? Will you now?

Would you die for me?

Don’t you fuckin lie.

Don’t you step out of line.

Don’t you fuckin lie.

You’ve claimed all this time that you would die for me.

Why then are you so surprised to hear your own eulogy?

You had a lot to say.

You had a lot of nothing to say.

Come down.

Get off your fuckin cross.

We need the fuckin space to nail the next fool martyr.

To ascend you must die.

You must be crucified

For your sins and your lies. [sic]

Goodbye…

H.

What’s coming through is alive.

What’s holding up is a mirror.

But what’s singing songs is a snake

Looking to turn this piss to wine.

They’re both totally void of hate,

But killing me just the same.

The snake behind me hisses

What my damage could have been.

My blood before me begs me

Open up my heart again.

And I feel this coming over like a storm again.

Considerately.

Venomous voice, tempts me,

Drains me, bleeds me,

Leaves me cracked and empty.

Drags me down like some sweet gravity.

The snake behind me hisses

What my damage could have been.

My blood before me begs me

Open up my heart again.

And I feel this coming over like a storm again.

I am too connected to you to

Slip away, to fade away.

Days away I still feel you

Touching me, changing me,

And considerately killing me.

Without the skin,

Beneath the storm,

Under these tears

The walls came down.

And the snake is drowned and

As I look in his eyes,

My fear begins to fade

Recalling all of those times.

I could have cried then.

I should have cried then.

And as the walls come down and

As I look in your eyes

My fear begins to fade

Recalling all of the times

I have died

and will die.

It’s all right.

I don’t mind.

I am too connected to you to

Slip away, to fade away.

Days away I still feel you

Touching me, changing me,

And considerately killing me.

Useful Idiot

There are no words.

Forty-Six & 2

My shadow’s

shedding skin and

I’ve been picking

Scabs again.

I’m down

Digging through

My old muscles

Looking for a clue.

I’ve been crawling on my belly

Clearing out what could’ve been.

I’ve been wallowing in my own confused

And insecure delusions

For a piece to cross me over

Or a word to guide me in.

I wanna feel the changes coming down.

I wanna know what I’ve been hiding in

My shadow.

Change is coming through my shadow.

My shadow’s shedding skin

I’ve been picking

My scabs again.

I’ve been crawling on my belly

Clearing out what could’ve been.

I’ve been wallowing in my own chaotic

And insecure delusions.

I wanna feel the change consume me,

Feel the outside turning in.

I wanna feel the metamorphosis and

Cleansing I’ve endured within

My shadow

Change is coming.

Now is my time.

Listen to my muscle memory.

Contemplate what I’ve been clinging to.

Forty-six and two ahead of me.

I choose to live and to

Grow, take and give and to

Move, learn and love and to

Cry, kill and die and to

Be paranoid and to

Lie, hate and fear and to

Do what it takes to move through.

I choose to live and to

Lie, kill and give and to

Die, learn and love and to

Do what it takes to step through.

See my shadow changing,

Stretching up and over me.

Soften this old armor.

Hoping I can clear the way

By stepping through my shadow,

Coming out the other side.

Step into the shadow.

Forty six and two are just ahead of me.

Message to Harry Manback

[words in brackets unclear]

Figlio di puttana, sai che tu sei un pezzo di merda? (1)

Hm? You think you’re cool, right? Hm? Hm?

When you kicked out people [out of] your house

I tell you this, one of three Americans die of cancer,

you know? Asshole. You’re gonna be one of those.

I [don’t have the] courage

to kick your ass directly.

Don’t have enough courage for that,

I could, you know.

You know you’re gonna have another accident?

You know I’m involved with black magic?

Fuck you. Die. Bastard.

You think you’re so cool, hm? Asshole.

And if I ever see your fucking face around,

In Europe or Italy,

Well I’ll — That time I’m gonna kick your ass.

Fuck you. Fucking Americans, Yankee.

You’re gonna die outta cancer, I promise.

[Bang bang / Deep pain]

No one does what you did to me.

You wanna know something? Fuck you.

I want your balls smashed, eat shit. Bastard.

Pezzo di merda, figlio di puttana. (2)

I hope somebody in your family dies soon.

Crepa, pezzo di merda, e vai

a sucare cazzi su un aereo! (3)

(1) Son of a bitch, do you know you are a piece of shit?

(2) Piece of shit, son of a bitch.

(3) Die, piece of shit, and go suck dicks on a plane!

Hooker With A Penis

I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and a

Dope Beastie t, nipple rings, and

New tattoos that claimed that he

Was OGT,

From ’92,

The first EP.

And in between

Sips of Coke

He told me that

He thought

We were sellin’ out,

Layin’ down,

Suckin’ up

To the man.

Well now I’ve got some

A-dvice for you, little buddy.

Before you point the finger

You should know that

I’m the man,

And if I’m the man,

Then you’re the man, and

He’s the man as well so you can

Point that fuckin’ finger up your ass.

All you know about me is what I’ve sold you,

Dumb fuck.

I sold out long before you ever heard my name.

I sold my soul to make a record,

Dip shit,

And you bought one.

So I’ve got some

Advice for you, little buddy.

Before you point your finger

You should know that

I’m the man,

If I’m the fuckin’ man

Then you’re the fuckin’ man as well

So you can

Point that fuckin’ finger up your ass.

All you know about me is what I’ve sold you,

Dumb fuck.

I sold out long before you ever heard my name.

I sold my soul to make a record,

Dip shit,

And you bought one.

All you read and

Wear or see and

Hear on TV

Is a product

Begging for your

Fatass dirty

Dollar

So… Shut up and

Buy my new record

Send more money

Fuck you, buddy.

Intermission

There are no words.

jimmy

What was it like to see

The face of your own stability

Suddenly look away

Leaving you with the dead and hopeless?

Eleven and she was gone.

Eleven is when we waved good-bye.

Eleven is standing still,

Waiting for me to free him

By coming home.

Moving me with a sound.

Opening me within a gesture.

Drawing me down and in,

Showing me where it all began,

Eleven.

It took so long to realize that

You hold the light that’s been leading me back home.

Under a dead ohio sky,

Eleven has been and will be waiting,

Defending his light,

And wondering…

Where the hell have I been?

Sleeping, lost, and numb.

So glad that I have found you.

I am wide awake and heading home.

Hold your light,

Eleven.

Lead me through each gentle step by step

by inch by loaded memory.

I’ll move to heal

As soon as pain allows so we can

Reunite and both move on together.

Hold your light,

Eleven. Lead me through each gentle step by step

By inch by loaded memory

’till one and one are one, eleven,

So glow, child, glow.

I’m heading back home.

Die Eier Von Satan

German:

Eine halbe Tasse Staubzucker

Ein Viertel Teelöffel Salz

Eine Messerspitze türkisches Haschisch

Ein halbes Pfund Butter

Ein Teelöffel Vanillenzucker

Ein halbes Pfund Mehl

Einhundertfünfzig Gramm gemahlene Nüsse

Ein wenig extra Staubzucker

… und keine Eier

In eine Schüssel geben

Butter einrühren

Gemahlene Nüsse zugeben und

Den Teig verkneten

Augenballgroße Stücke vom Teig formen

Im Staubzucker wälzen und

Sagt die Zauberwörter

Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim

Auf ein gefettetes Backblech legen und

Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und

KEINE EIER

Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und

Keine Eier ..

English:

The Eggs/Balls of Satan

Half a cup of powdered sugar

One quarter teaspoon salt

One knife tip Turkish hash

Half a pound butter

One teaspoon vanilla-sugar

Half a pound flour

150 g ground nuts

A little extra powdered sugar

… and no eggs

Place in a bowl

Add butter

Add the ground nuts and

Knead the dough

Form eyeball-size pieces from the dough

Roll in the powdered sugar

and say the Magic Words:

“Sim sala bim bamba sala do saladim”

Place on a greased baking pan and

Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes

…AND NO EGGS

Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes

…and no eggs.

Pushit

I will choke until I swallow…

Choke this infant here before me.

What is this but my reflection?

Who am I to judge and strike you down?

But you’re

Pushing and shoving me.

You still love me and you pushit on me.

Rest your trigger on my finger,

bang my head upon the fault line.

Take care not to make me enter.

’cause if I do we both may disappear.

But you’re pushing me,

Shoving me. Pushit on me.

Slipping back into the gap again.

I’m alive when you’re touching me,

Alive when you’re shoving me down.

But i’d trade it all

For just a little bit of

Piece of mind.

Put me somewhere I don’t wanna be.

Seeing someplace I don’t wanna see.

Never wanna see that place again.

Saw that gap again today

As you were begging me to stay.

Managed to push myself away,

And you, as well.

If, when I say I may fade like a sigh if I stay,

You minimize my movement anyway,

I must persuade you another way.

There’s no love in fear.

Staring down the hole again.

Hands upon my back again.

Survival is my only friend.

Terrified of what may come.

Just remember I will always love you,

Even as I tear your fucking throat away.

But it will end no other way.

Cesaro Summability

There are no words.

Ænema

Some say the end is near.

Some say we’ll see armageddon soon.

I certainly hope we will.

I sure could use a vacation from this

Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of

Freaks

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA

The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.

Any fucking time. Any fucking day.

Learn to swim, I’ll see you down in Arizona bay.

Fret for your figure and

Fret for your latte and

Fret for your hairpiece and

Fret for your lawsuit and

Fret for your prozac and

Fret for your pilot and

Fret for your contract and

Fret for your car.

It’s a

Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of

Freaks

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA

The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.

Any fucking time. Any fucking day.

Learn to swim, I’ll see you down in Arizona bay.

Some say a comet will fall from the sky.

Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.

Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.

Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.

Some say the end is near.

Some say we’ll see armageddon soon.

I certainly hope we will cuz

I sure could use a vacation from this

Silly shit, stupid shit…

One great big festering neon distraction,

I’ve a suggestion to keep you all occupied.

Learn to swim.

Mom’s gonna fix it all soon.

Mom’s comin’ round to put it back the way it ought to be.

Learn to swim.

Fuck L Ron Hubbard and

Fuck all his clones.

Fuck all those gun-toting

Hip gangster wannabes.

Learn to swim.

Fuck retro anything.

Fuck your tattoos.

Fuck all you junkies and

Fuck your short memory.

Learn to swim.

Fuck smiley glad-hands

With hidden agendas.

Fuck these dysfunctional,

Insecure actresses.

Learn to swim.

Cuz I’m praying for rain

And I’m praying for tidal waves

I wanna see the ground give way.

I wanna watch it all go down.

Mom please flush it all away.

I wanna watch it go right in and down.

I wanna watch it go right in.

Watch you flush it all away.

Time to bring it down again.

Don’t just call me pessimist.

Try and read between the lines.

I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t

Welcome any change, my friend.

I wanna see it all come down.

suck it down.

flush it down.

(-) Ions

There are no words.

Third Eye

Dreaming of that face again.

It’s bright and blue and shimmering.

Grinning wide

And comforting me with it’s three warm and wild eyes.

On my back and tumbling

Down that hole and back again

Rising up

And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.

In… Out… In… Out… In… Out…

A child’s rhyme stuck in my head.

It said that life is but a dream.

I’ve spent so many years in question

to find I’ve known this all along.

“So good to see you.

I’ve missed you so much.

So glad it’s over.

I’ve missed you so much

Came out to watch you play.

Why are you running?”

Shroud-ing all the ground around me

Is this holy crow above me.

Black as holes within a memory

And blue as our new second sun.

I stick my hand into his shadow

To pull the pieces from the sand.

Which I attempt to reassemble

To see just who I might have been.

I do not recognize the vessel,

But the eyes seem so familiar.

Like phosphorescent desert buttons

Singing one familiar song…

“So good to see you.

I’ve missed you so much.

So glad it’s over.

I’ve missed you so much.

Came out to watch you play.

Why are you running away?”

Prying open my third eye.

So good to see you once again.

I thought that you were hiding.

And you thought that I had run away.

Chasing the tail of dogma.

I opened my eye and there we were.

So good to see you once again

I thought that you were hiding from me.

And you thought that I had run away.

Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.

Prying open my third eye