THE MIDDLE
Bring me the head of the
finest whore
Turn the lights way down on the getaway car
I tell her, “Stop” and she says: “One more…”
She cannot hold back and we’re going too far
It’s ornamental, my paramour
Like black blood pools on a ceramic floor
She is the one true thing I adore
A divine nymphet here to even the score
Three crows in a row means death
We’ll never see land again
Out of the confines
Into the tight-wind
Bounding the tripwires
Out on the frontlines
Over the trenches, out into No Man’s Land
We’re raiders of a stolen ark
Survivors of Jurassic Park
Take him out…
As chaos theory made its mark
The payoff couldn’t be more stark
At every mass extinction’s heart:
A kill mechanism – design by definition.
No saint ever hid in church
So don’t tell her it could be worse
Out of the confines
Into the tight-wind
Bounding the tripwires
Out on the frontlines
Over the trenches, out into No Man’s Land
She’s in the water
The serpent’s daughter
And only blood can quench her thirst
She’s in the water
Their sons and daughters
They always should be drowned at birth
We’ve had our share of -
She’s taken care of -
One more - worthless – individual
Worthless… they’re worthless… worthless… and BURIED ALIVE!
With no regrets now, we’re on the run
(Buried alive) She is a wildcat, a hellion
(Buried alive) It won’t let up ’til we’ve had our fun
(Buried alive) The day of reckoning has begun
(Buried alive) She consecrated His only son
(Buried alive) Then held him up with a nailgun
(Buried alive) Emptied the chamber of all but one
(Buried alive) And all that’s sacred’ll be undone…
You change your life, I’ll change mine, and we’ll meet somewhere in the middle.
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