GIVE THEM ROPE

Lyrics by Sean Ingram

Have patience. I come from rock that came from nothing. I come from dead to copulate and condescend. So here I scream in coincidence, and there you listen without hearing a word. Still it took me a year to hear a thing. Have patience as the combination waits to form one ounce of trust, and your faith the same. I came from dead to copulate and condescend. I'll have them all. By law I am not worth more than they. So I'll spawn a fortune. I'll spin the web for the last impostor as it prepares to make it's way. Am I not worth more than he they ask. And Darwin gave you the science to use bigotry and come off scholarly. Every word you spend on rights is erased by your simple concept. Every word is contradicted by your own teaching. Who is more evolved? One man to what? So which is it, who's the one? Who is the one? You've justified superiority over others who live in the flesh. I am nothing of this. I take my brother in hand and see through this as anyone with faith does. I can only die in the flesh. I am nothing of this. I come from rock that came from nothing. I come from dead to copulate and condescend. So here I scream in coincidence, and there you listen without hearing a word. Have patience.

One on the ground. She's got one foot on the ground. That's one more than before her day. Just crawl back and swallow your pride like so many pills before this. Girl speak you must know something more. I know that you must feel something for your presence is coming chilly. Your motions sadly sober now. Please let yourself cry. Prove your miserable existence and I'll believe. I'll confess my sin. Choking on the manipulation of another. Roaming on the plane of no bother. The child spoke the truth. "I can't believe I'm dead." So why bother us now. You knew everything except the price of haste, so hold your breath to hold his hand. I'm here so where are you? Everything was lost overhead. Above the mantle in the depression. Not a single memory to burn in this betrayal. At least nothing that I can reach. I am still standing, still staring at your child rolling, playing in your husband's stain. Would you make a token for your son of what's left of his teeth pried from the plaster. If he found the weakness to surrender to pain, can you find the strength to search for him. I am here so where are you. I am still here and I need you.

Cut to length. Doomed plans of safety surface between showcases of failed poetry. Your bullshit liberal declaration of pedofile immunity. Yet you wear it like a badge of wealth. One more ribbon, one more guilt trip. Still you would give them one more chance and damn those whores for carelessness. Come with your declaration. Cut the length and choose your mount. I'll wet the appetite for change. I'll feast on them for a while. Statistic after sick statistic. Only your success is more pathetic. Take the rape and push it in until you're raw to any comfort. Eaten out hollow he feasts. He smiles with her on his breath. She can no longer feel it tear. She can no longer push her self to breath. Yet you wear it like a badge of wealth. One more ribbon, one more guilt trip. Still you would let those bastards live and damn those whores for carelessness. Come with your legislation. Cut the length and give them rope. I'll wet the appetite for change. I'll feast on them for a while. Verdict after unjust verdict. Only your success is more twisted. Take the rape and pull it out. Until you're raw to any comfort. Eaten out hollow still bound. A smile never passed her lips. She's tore to her navel. His sick idea of growing pains. Yet you wear it like a badge of wealth. One more ribbon, one more guilt trip. Still you would let those bastards free and damn those whores for carelessness. Come with your empathy. Cut to length and kick them down.

For all you are. One glance to break you away from her. A bond you sanctioned by sound and honored with a lack of penetration. Eating Daisies and licking roses, the bitter fruits of bickering politicians. And there he stood a model of perfection. Careless and fit with contempt for me. Could you predict this before you. Did you fall to your knees in guilt. Could you fake a single tear to tide over his want of righteousness. What would it take? Time to sort out your mind still crippled by deviance? Take it off and show yourself. I touch not out of want or need. I haven't the taste for bitterness. I touch nothing for it's all you are. There's that thought again. There's no one here but you and me. No one needs to know a thing. It's a done deal, I'll slip in. What happens on the road. Will stay on the road. Don't think less of me, I'm just a man with needs. I won't tell you twice to get out of my head and stay awake behind locked doors. And there she stood a model of temptation. Again, wet and willing with no faith in me. Still I passed your twisted test whether in the flesh or in my dreams. Get out of my head and stay awake behind closed doors. Come not with me to correct and condemn. Get out of my bed and stay awake.

Still it sells. Nothing ever came so easy as the manipulation of her word. Cold and humiliated, I tried to portray this mess. I should fear it. I should give it all to them and be done with it. I fear he maybe found a use. A meaning or comprehension. Some sort of new birth or late coming death. Who's eyes will govern this judgment? It's just not my place to judge who tried or to condemn who cried. I want to be her. I want all of the answers. A crusty and scratchy mess shielded only by burlap and the satisfaction of knowing. But I know nothing. I am the impostor. The fake bastard holding on to dreams. I want all the answers. I won't wince at each neck's snap nor help at the hint of hope, I'll just lie here wet and willing to provoke you. Still no closure. Cold is so damn trite and evil was never glamorous. Still it sells so fucking buy it as politics mean nothing now. As it's already in their heads. In their hands it resides a mark. So I leave mine as well to finally be picked apart. Dissected and forgotten. Ignored at best. But it's still a mark. She gave me rope and I climb.

Chain smoking. Fairy tales of fire. More trials of strength and tribulations that mean life or death for us all here. You are boring me. Solutions not emotion. Emotion not declarations. I'm repeating nothing. I'm caring not. Save the tired cliche's for the already converted. Poetic licenses have been severely strained. Kill that albatross for it's not of truth. It speaks of eternal life without sacrifice. Kill that fucker there's no wrath to follow. It's godless and it's incoherent. And it's still in the flesh. I can not see it one commitment linking revolving worlds. And that's all you are, a politician. Too much grey stop it , there's too much. No cut and dry truth to be had. Black and white's long been nonexistent, so I part my way. Kill that fucker, there's no wrath to follow. It's godless, it's incoherent and it's in the flesh. Kill it. So what is the point anyway? You do not give a fuck about people and god takes care of his own. Let's drag them into the streets. Death to all carnivores and vivisectors, and don't stop there. don't stop with names like fag and nigger. By your own word we are all gods and everyone anyone might think undesirable deserves death. Sin doesn't exist anymore, we are merely animals. Kill the albatross for it's not of truth. It speaks of eternal life without sacrifice. Kill that fucker there's no wrath to follow. It's godless and it's incoherent. And it's still in the flesh. I can not see it one commitment linking revolving worlds. So I part my way. She'll shake herself free of us soon enough and nothing will have mattered. He's coming a second time, one last time then it's just a matter of how long it will be before we are considered a find. Another artifact in the dips and rises of civilization. But still it has turned into a commodity and I listened to you. Every last one and still I ate it all. I believed it all, now I just hate it all. I've never been so conceited to think that our fate doesn't lie in god. So ask me again if I care. I'm not for sale but I'm still coming after you and I am collecting.

Did it pay the rent. Did it pay the rent? Did it bring her back? Did it win the race? Was it worth the price of becoming his whore? And her yours but you just wanted her back. She is yours. She was only on loan. America forgot her face. But we sure as hell didn't forget yours. We did not win, but time is money and money is power. We did not win just like he planned so move along. So it's true. He did do her just like daddy did. With deception in his pocket. He sold her. I'm the victim here. I've got this tragedy. I'm the victim here. I've got political power. You disgraced her memory one last time. And ten strikes for the one who told us all to fuck off. So what does it matter? You are still a bitter tool in bed with him, a tired whore. I'm the victim here. I'm getting paid. I'm the victim here. I'm collecting. A celebration of politically correct's rebirth. A new liberal celebrity to save us all from ourselves and lead us to right. A CELEBRATION OF POLITICALLY CORRECT'S DEATH.

Every reason to. I've never since felt life as dry as it was inside you. I've tasted plenty and it only made me gag. I wanted more. Now I have it all, without you. If I could have only left without that thought. I would have left with him. And you a childless wreck. I would have taken it upon myself to leave you strapped with the burden of unclear thinking. That's what you do best, you're always thinking and not acting rationally. You just needed someone to love you. God know I don't. I never did so disappear. You gave me every reason to and still I didn't break your face in. so where's my son and where's your scars? Do you still limp from my fist fucking fetish? And my midnight naked messages in your ears? So why didn't they come? Why wasn't she born? I would have taken her right from underneath you. She would call you mother, I would call you host, and you would just call on every lie you could to feel just and sane. Keep your word. How little do I really understand? I knew enough not to touch you there. I should have saved myself for the last but still I broke in the beginning and broke your hold in the end. And on you went barren and content. And I the other direction experienced in nothing special.

I am not the first. (instrumental)

This is the last. My throat falls numb from the endless execution of contempt's song. It fails to follow suit in silence even now. I can hear every word. Leave this place. If only you could just be half as hateful if only I could still take you with a grain of salt I could fake some respect and hide the pity. For what I once feared is now somehow down on my level. I never claimed to see through another's eyes. I could never inflict such abuse upon myself honestly. Honest in a sense that I'm willing, but such intensity is dulled with age. Leaving me some spoiled child. I'll take it in stride, with every cheep shot landed. I took it without crying. Now shut the fuck up. I've always sang the cowards song. I've never claimed to be, anything but. Like father like son. We'll find an easy way I'll fly so high, to no longer hear the hisses of hatred ringing in my head. Selfishly sober in spite of you. I'll never be the man to which you compare me. Selfishly sober in spite of them. You boast I'm dead to you and I in turn agree. I turned a deaf ear on you, I knew the rest. Sob stories were never my strong suit. Now just as threatening as I'll let you be. I keep a short rope, and a shorter fuse. For the one who love's who? I won't leave this place. So boast I'm dead to you, with dying breath. I can't hear a thing. I never could. Fuck your apologies. I've tolerated your last death threat. I don't condone the likes of anyone so keep your word and consider me dead...to you.

I took a year. I never considered that. I chose to stay numb over tears. I forgot myself to keep momentum. I took a year and stretched it ten fold. But today I live, I live it down. With both eyes just now reawakening. Still soar and sober. Still sober for no reason. I have every reason. I can be just as addictive as the next so take care of me. I am your responsibility. You wanted to change it all so start with an infant. Is this it? Have you given it to me? Is this the meaning? Have you forced it upon me or am I hanging myself needlessly? Damn your riddles stop speaking in tongues. Let me hear it, let me feel it across my face if need be. You've given it all still I want even more. Sober expression. Numb in motive. Take even more. Damn your riddles. They change nothing. I will stand back and take it all in. I am still myself. I'm still intact. Just let me rest. Just let me rest. Just let me go. Yesterday I was left just like before and again every night after. Now I can accept the common them in unconsciousness. Temptation's only a word now with no potential of a body. No is not so hard. I'm the one to leave of an honest will. Confidence can no longer be stolen under the table. Me.
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