SCUMBUG

donkeydogeared myopic imbecile
beats his chest with his tongue
effeminate taildragging wimp
his words fall like batons

arms like pasta, mind of a cop

used and easy distraction
only loves what he can't own
discard it like anything else
fill the landfill with legs

shinysmooth plastic mannequin legs

final meal a seagull carcass
served on hotfresh stinking gravel
guts a glistening valentine
from the backs he lives upon.

A CANDYHEART THAT TASTES LIKE CHALK

you don't speak your mind, your body speaks for you
it shrinks like plastic in a fire
eats when it's hungry, sleeps when it's tired
fucks when it's horny, rhythms rote and uninspired

don't speak to me
i only hear what i want to hear
don't reach for me
i care much too much to care

stickyrotten candyapple heart
blood is made of sugarwater
fizz burns your eyes
and taffylegs buckle under

(after such knowledge, what forgiveness?)

SCREW

hands hurt from screwing caps
on the tops of miniature bottles of shampoo
friction burn stings like a bitch
papercuts on your fingers from sealing the little paper envelopes
filled with bathing sand by a big noisy stupid machine
they're headed for the bathrooms of hotels and casinos

you must choose between pain or drudgery
you must choose between suffering or guilt

you can't keep up with the conveyor
a fistful of caps crammed into
the tender flesh of your palm
you've got two seconds now screw
but you just can't keep it up
and the caps slip from your grip like popcorn
at least in the western world they can't beat you for being a slow learner

you must choose between pain or drudgery
you must choose between suffering or guilt

useless conveniences
an infrastructure of waste
the invisible strands of backbreaking souldraining labour
holding up every conceivable luxury that you enjoy

you must choose between pain or drudgery
you must choose between suffering or guilt

BLACKHOLE

is that swelled head
an allergic reaction to eyeliner?
if you're such a void
why do you need so much to be desired?
if you're so empty
why do you let them fill you with their shit?
if you're so sad why don't you do something about it?

you grate on my nerves you fascist flirt
you think you're so smart but you're a blackhole

if you don't care
why should you expect anyone to care about you?
is your bedroom standing mirror
really worth falling into?
and will you ever stop staring
into those stranger's eyes?
i say you're AFRAID
of feeling anything inside!

i say you're afraid to feel anything at all
'cause if you had feelings you might have to feel small
but don't worry darling this is a message of love
there is no pain you cannot rise ABOVE.

YOUR SKELETONS ARE THROWING A COMING OUT OF THE CLOSET PARTY

for christmas i got a brand new hole to pick at
it was an entrance but now it's an exit
you haven't served your time and there's no time for forgiveness
keep your self away from yourself, you know she's only a bad influence
shame yourself into shape, reconditioned so you'll fit in
you know we always care for all our wayward children
all our wayward sons and daughters and all their incompatible desires
piling up the bodies for a brand new trial by fire

need: you can't deny this denial.
need: you're a traitor to betrayal.

all you ever really wanted was to eat another's skin
so that maybe for one moment you could really be them
you can be surrounded by love and only feel one person's scorn
they know every rip and wrinkle in all the tattered masks you've worn
yes someone somewhere knows you're nothing but a farce
owned by your desires and staring up your own arse
we're all someone else's stereotype, a teeming mass of living punchlines
a forked radish with a gaping maw that's hungry all the time

need: you can't deny this denial.
need: you're a traitor to betrayal.

you think you're free but you will learn to bend.

for christmas i got a brand new hole to pick at
and it always feels so empty no matter how much i fill it
with words or food or sex or love or booze or breath or wonder
the sun shines bright and full right before thefall of winter
the world's been coming to an end ever since the world began
it's in your every little want and in every dime you spend
torn along a perforated edge just like any other token
you know as well as i do that vows are made to be broken

need: you can't deny this denial.
need: you're a traitor to betrayal.

you think you're free but you will learn to bend.

A CANDYHEART WITH A WARMGOOEY CENTRE

the life is bleeding out my ears
and i'm just waiting to be taken
like shy pretty girls who just sit there
and watch things happen
i'm still overwhelmed by it all
surround myself with things to keep me safe
make all cute so i can feel innocent
when i know i'm just playing ignorant

i'll shut my doors to the outside world
and keep the dust and rot out in the cold
a candyheart with a warmgooey centre

the love is bleeding out my eyes
and i'm still waiting to be taken
like a shy pretty girl who says nothing
and just watches boys happen
this feeling still tastes so fucking sweet
masochism in a bagfull of pennycandy
suffer suffer the little children
in all their bloodbought safety

MOPEY LOVES YOU

i like people and people like me
and we accept each other's hipocrisy
let me tell you it's the only way to live
you'll never receive if you don't know how to give

i like people and people like me
tell me friend why's it so hard to see?
treat people with respect and they'll treat you back
there's no morals to it it's just common sense

why do you have to be such a jerk?
think it'll make you cool? well it won't work
call me a fag because you're insecure
boy having no real friends must make you sore

i like people and people like me
and we see right through your hipocrisy
come on now is it really so bad?
these people care so you should be glad

i like people and people like me
and we make our feelings plain to see
yeah underneath you're not such a big tough man
'cause when shit goes down you're the last to make a stand

all of my heroes hug me and mean it
you'd be lucky if yours gave a shit that you existed
so do you still think it's you who's better off?
no i won't shut up, and i will not fuck off

'cause mopey loves you whether you like it or not
and you need people, whether you like it or not
mopey loves you whether you like it or not
and you need people whether you like it or not

i like people and people like me
tell me what makes you so afraid to be free?
why's it so hard for you to fucking listen?
are you so afraid of yourself you can't let anyone else in?

i like people and people like me
and i'm fucking sick of your misanthropy
so everyone's a moron except for you?
self-absorption is such an easy path to choose

they make it so easy for us to trample each other
it needs to be questioned but you won't even bother
"why should i care? i've got mine" you say
and y'know you're right: you'll get yours one of these days

cause mopey loves you whether you like it or not
yeah you need people whether you'll admit it or not
mopey loves you whether you like it or not
and you make an easy target if you're running on the spot

part fucking two

you take every chance you get to make others feel bad
what makes you need to do it, what with all the things you have?
why do you need to put me down? why can't you just b-rad?
did your mom not hug you enough? did you get it from your dad?

taunting teasing condescending
sick and tired of your baiting

do you ever cry yourself to sleep at night?
and aren't there days when you get sick of this life?
you can tell me i won't put up no fight
don't worry darling it's gonna be allright

taunting teasing condescending
sick and tired of your baiting
'is it an horrific dream? am i sinking fast?
could a person be so mean as to laugh and laugh?
i'm on my own, could you ease my load?
could you see my pain could you please explain the hurting?'

RECOGNITION

she lives in a house with shuttered windows
blinds drawn lights off mailslot stuffed with yellow newspaper
in a wooden door so rotten, it would give if you blew on it
short and spindly and shrinks like a snail's eye
she is enslaved by her positivity
her drama is real, and it's all in her head

want want want want all you feel is want
need need need need this need never ends

i can't stand to speak, can't stand to be spoken to
can't stand on my own two feet, or walk in someone else's shoes
crying for the whole wide world and weeping for myself
foetal, helpless, masochistic, to prove your cruelty i crush myself
beauty is defined only by the ugliness that surrounds it
so beautifully flawed in a world just as imperfect

shame shame shame shame all you feel is shame
guilt guilt guilt guilt this guilt never ends.

MY THOUGHTS RUN ON A HAMSTERWHEEL AND EAT THEIR OWN BABIES

this is the new confusion, this is a standard i can't live up to
these are the fears that i can't get over, these are the words that i can't give you
this is a new kind of fusion, these are feelings i can't give into
this is a loss i can't get over, this is allegiance i will not swear to

this gets so fucking tiresome, this is all i can think about
these things keep me from getting my sleep, these things make me question my sanity
this gets so fucking tiresome, this is all i can think about
thoughts that run on a hamsterwheel and eat their own babies

this only self-pollution, this is a snake eating itself out
these are the acts that can't be undone, these are the details you left out
this is the final solution, this is denial in the face of doubt
this is what happens to every idea that winds up in someone else's mouth

CHRISTMAS SONG

this is a gesture of nothing
sing your praises for favours
my love's worth no more than love ever has been
and in spite of what they tell you
it's never been very much
this is desperation calling
scratch your ego's back
your sympathy scratches mine

but all the same i'd like to say
it's cold and i feel like praying
and i have no gods to pray to
so this prayer is for you
distress signal from a mopey mumble-mouse
whose teeth chatter morsecode in the cold

still left with nothing to say again
still mashing molehills out of mountains

i want to lie facedown in white snow
and hold my breath 'til it no longer holds
and let myself choke to death on the cold
make me an object of scorn but i'm not always wrong y'know

life is altogether too fucking short
for this anger, for this hatred,
for this condemnation, for this scorn,
for these bitter goodbyes... goodbye.