Mr. Self Destruct = Somebody here Will not be here next year.



MR SELF DESTRUCT

"I am the voice inside your head
and I control you
I am the lover in your bed
and I control you
I am the sex that you provide
and I control you
I am the hate you try to hide
and I control you
I take you where you want to go
I give you all you need to know
I drag you down I use you up
Mr. Self-destruct
I speak religion's message clear
and I control you
I am denial guilt and fear
and I control you
I am the prayers of the naive
and I control you
I am the lie that you believe
and I control you
I take you where you want to go
I give you all you need to know
I drag you down I use you up
Mr. Self-destruct
(you let me do this to you. i am an exit)
I am the needle in your vein
(you let me do this to you. i am an exit)
I am the high you can't sustain
(you let me do this to you. i am an exit)
I am the pusher I'm a whore
(you let me do this to you. i am an exit)
I am the need you have for more
(you let me do this to you. i am an exit)
I am the bullet in the gun
and I control you
I am the truth from which you run
and I control you
I am the silencing machine
and I control you
I am the end of all your dreams
and I control you
I take you where you want to go
I give you all you need to know
I drag you down I use you up
Mr. Self-destruct"





All the connections are there...

Look beyond the circus.

Look around you.

Look beyond "yourself".

Gaze upon your screens at this very moment to witness a tragedy of Shakespearean proportions -- A direct culmination of incubated emptiness. Bloated then mummified.
All for the profit margin of a socially dictated and materialistically motivated vampiric corporate "success" assured existence, in exchange simply for the self, the spirit, the soul.

Thus, innocence had died once more and been coaxed into martyrdom.
But not before it could be twisted, corrupted...

Mr. Self Destruct = Somebody here Will not be here next year.



MR SELF DESTRUCT

"I am the voice inside your head
and I control you
I am the lover in your bed
and I control you
I am the sex that you provide
and I control you
I am the hate you try to hide
and I control you
I take you where you want to go
I give you all you need to know
I drag you down I use you up
Mr. Self-destruct
I speak religion's message clear
and I control you
I am denial guilt and fear
and I control you
I am the prayers of the naive
and I control you
I am the lie that you believe
and I control you
I take you where you want to go
I give you all you need to know
I drag you down I use you up
Mr. Self-destruct
(you let me do this to you. i am an exit)
I am the needle in your vein
(you let me do this to you. i am an exit)
I am the high you can't sustain
(you let me do this to you. i am an exit)
I am the pusher I'm a whore
(you let me do this to you. i am an exit)
I am the need you have for more
(you let me do this to you. i am an exit)
I am the bullet in the gun
and I control you
I am the truth from which you run
and I control you
I am the silencing machine
and I control you
I am the end of all your dreams
and I control you
I take you where you want to go
I give you all you need to know
I drag you down I use you up
Mr. Self-destruct"





All the connections are there...

Look beyond the circus.

Look around you.

Look beyond "yourself".

Gaze upon your screens at this very moment to witness a tragedy of Shakespearean proportions -- A direct culmination of incubated emptiness. Bloated then mummified.
All for the profit margin of a socially dictated and materialistically motivated vampiric corporate "success" assured existence, in exchange simply for the self, the spirit, the soul.

Thus, innocence had died once more and been coaxed into martyrdom.
But not before it could be twisted, corrupted and jilted by the likes of our modern greed, self-mutilation, perversion, obsession and false worship.
In karmic reality it sadly doesn't come to much of a surprise.

But clearly, it should be heeded as a warning of the presence.

We must awaken from the stupor we've been socially induced with.

Because unless we can allow our egos to subside for a change, and allow ourselves to get in touch with our own consciousnesses -- we are on a path for condemnation; that we've bought into and are blindly, smilingly cutting each others hearts out for.




THE TEACHERS ARE AFRAID OF THE PUPILS

"There's too many people
Planning your downfall
When your spirit's on trial
These nights can be frightening
Sleep transports sadness
To some other mid-brain
And somebody here
Will not be here next year
So you stand by the board
Full of fear and intention
And, if you think that they're listening
Well, you've got to be joking
Oh, you understand change
And you think it's essential
But when your profession
Is humiliation
Say the wrong word to our children ...
We'll have you, oh yes, we'll have you
Lay a hand on our children
And it's never too late to have you
Mucus on your collar
A nail up through the staff chair
A blade in your soap
And you cry into your pillow
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
Say the wrong word to our children ...
We'll have you, oh yes, we'll have you
Lay a hand on our children
And it's never too late to have you
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
I'm very glad the spring has come
The sun shines out so bright
All the birds that are on the trees
Are singing for delight"