Absent Minded
side B (musical conspiracy mindgame)
Musical masterpiece
TRICKY another artist looking for BLACK STEEL
now you know the first song ill tell you
soon who to put beside him
to recors so you can hear what i hear
and be amazed by my masterpiece
in times of need
if i said my life was a stereo
thats not where i want you to go
but ill let you know its a secre language
for us revolutionaries
to capture another
young minded audience
to make the oblivious elders surrender
to our ongoing brigade
of games and hard knocks
lets talk in our secret language my nizzle
but lets capitalize on this
redefine fashion
come together show reality our deathwish of sobriety and headspace
Im not MARILYN monroe
i cant sing like her
i wont kill anyone like MANSON
but the next LOVE SONG
beside the first doesnt completely make sense yet
my imitation copy
my surrendered curiousity
my piece of me
leaving me to become a part of you
two songs coming up to the third
we have a whole side to go through
to teach you this lesson
to this nonexistant crime scene
of something
noone not even the government can take away
just control
and wish they werent enlightened
to inspire to juxtopose everything
to lose their heads to the online cult i am with the other site i dont have
leading you from place to place
from METRIC system
to MONSTER HOSPITAL
and now ill cover my tracks make it less obvious
point my finger at someone lese who taught me everything
so you all better think fast
was it the nurse who loved me
when i wanted to dissappeaer
was it the insomnia
or everything thats under rug swept
was it the healthy eating in paranoid times
or the paradox of everything i do and say so dont forget
the truth of dtugs and silent chemical warfare
crippling your countries
from over seas and paranoid vies
sanitarium not capitilizing on my dreams
just feeding my nightmare
and all these silent screams
are huge within
the dazed and confused
paranoid dreams come true of celebrities breathing at ease as the crime scen slides from them to me
as they wave a RED FLAG
and i wish i could be the next silly BILLY TALENT
will you ever put them all together in that order to hear what i hear
to see what isee
to know what i know
to think what i think
to understand what i know
to becom creative like me
to be led and then break away
to shape and control
to indutrialise
revolutionise
make the top ten
see it all in another light
become uninvited to some city of angels not bold enough
to realise
that im not making any sense
but Like MARILYN
who sings to the president
i contain a message to the youth
Unlike MANSON
i tell you something
about the CRUCIFICTION IN SPACE
string you along to solve the equation
hear them all in order
recreate your own language ive just given away
now you know something youdidnt know before
and i havent given anything away
mwahahahahahahahaha
and i think im on top
haunting the ghetto
like some undercover cop
i think im some form of justice haunting the maffia through the stereo
i think im something terrible and incredible
so be carefull
im the reason you have to be reasonable
im the purpose of hysterai and the land of confusion
im the leader of spiritual confusion
im the selfrighteous
TOOL
divided RIGHT IN TWO
telling you
i've been stringing the media along for years
now its your turn so cheers
dont be hating all those queers
dont be afraid to be yourslef
dont be afraid to be yourslef
but know there is a counterintelligence for all foools
so now your all seeing it in lights of different vies
like lights and rules
like games and muses
like an interrupted puzzle
like a call to geniuses to figure out
the rich mans mensa genius puzzle of musical riddles
to become the next psychological
spiritual leader and healer
can you afford it all
can you handle it all
can you stand me now
do you care to follow along
do you know what are songs and what are lies and psycho babble
of course you do
let them shelter you now
show them how ive led you back
into their loving arms
show them how
my puzle of varying results
and hybrid theories
are all for you
a ryhthym nation of reataliation
to make statements to one day be used
one day be thrown away
better prepared
better be trusted well thought out and planned ahead
who to trust who do you believe who do you know what other tricks are up my sleeve
i can rearrange the alphabet
show you the answer to the alpha code
but htats boring and time consuming but htis is like a card game and youll be left alone on the bus surrounded on busy streets praying alone in your apartment blaring your music to affect your neighbors with your musical blissfull creative statements of the conspiracy youve bought then taped and copied and burn in the proper order to terrorise the maffia away from crippling society further with drugs
you'll be demonstrating your methods to the madness of your humbled love of teenage angst foreve rin the paradox of today you are at the wheel of satelites to become the king i can no longer be
another song?
im not finsihed yet
another layer dear player
another game to figure
another code to decipher
another creative method to paly this game of life
ill show you everything but it will change your views your lessons your life
your fate
your destination
your powers your wishes
your sentences
your structure
this is a leaky pipe and like im some inside player spy inside ahospital system keeping
psychiatrists and politicians and writers on their toes
keeping nurses of the mentally ill informed and confused
to be doctored its a BLUE OCTOBER
and all you can do is say an X- amount of words
good luck
ill be talking to you in layers no one knows
we'll be dancing through history with our own weapons and tagging fame
and creating our own to poison and hide and shine
to label who is and who isn allowed to do and say what and why to point out everything in time as the truth surfaces to our reasons of everything
or not
but as the wheel of fortune turns and the man in the middle underneath watchfull paranoid eyes is never paid his tithe
he get upset and misunderstood
used and abused
confused and complicated
peted miracle paly at your fingertips for you to host house parties
to strategise cd after cd to one day sell to the tortures of walking dead men who did everything wronmg
become your own church healing tortured souls and see the real true gabrielles dance
as i have just shattered the reflection captured the muse for my own amusement and scarred your soul
its a powerfull revelation dear genius
its a misunderstanding perfect crimescentr of the perfect life to help the royal family and jesus
but youll never understand everything throught he grammar of political cartomancy candle lit tarot symbology
for all those criminals we say dont deserve the SILVER CHAIR
i PAINT PASTELLE PRINCESS
to confuse you again
nothing makes sense anymore
i can ttake it my heart is ready to explode
ic ould have done this more poetic
i could have done this more artistic
icould have done this more beautiful
but its like a song that never ends
one lyric finishes the next
one song plays into the next
one chorus to the next songs chorus
one theme into the next
one idea into the next concept
and now im foreseeing the tragedy of hoe im martyrin gyou again
like those who have been martyred before
id have you wearing blue lipstick like a junky and green eyeshadow like an abused wife of the uderground we are
but no one would get it
no one would catch on
except the cigartette companies i give death threats to
to lwer their amounts of nicotoine so i can quit smoking
but now that i'm the NEW MODEL and your listening to MARILYN MANSON
again seeing all of his altruism in disguise
youre being led the wrong way
strange how creative and strategic the sucker patrol really is
or is that a paranoid view
is that something i cant comprehend is that something in eed to be wary of
is that something that affects me
you wanted equal rights right
for everyone
so we could all live in heaven
well here it is
you wanted to see what it would sound like
for everyone to get along
and stand up for eachother
and preach love for one another
you wanted to understand something you couldnt comprehend now you can
you wanted to interpret the muse you write as in an opposition toi the one you write to inspire them
now you do
the spotlight son you
you star
you stud
you spotlight hog
you fool
you humor
you entertainer
you philosopher
am i yyour everything?
ask DEBORAH COX
she says ABSOLUTELY NOT
now youre a trained spy to rat out gay drug dealers
hope you look girly
hope you dont get gay bashed
hope you like the gay bars
hope you dont mind swallowing your ego
to go uindercover to find your cult leader hiding in the corner of some gay bar
hitting on drag queens
you'll never know
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side B (musical conspiracy mindgame)
side B (musical conspiracy mindgame)