11.30.2004

pride between us

nail me firmly to the wall
one more butterfly in thrall
almost feel the pin sliding through my abdomen
a fine specimen of flesh for your collection

we'll always have pride between us

hold your hand out for the lash
lift your face for me to smash
what i can't have i have to kill, bend it over to my will
grind it down under a conqueror's bootheel

we'll always have pride between us

when it doesn't hurt it feels so good
ask whether you can, not if you should
love occupies the head but never sleeps in a sinner's bed

we'll always have pride between us

sleepwalker

i'm free, i'm free to think
if guns were pens, if bullets were ink
we'd fight, we'd fight our wars with words instead of blood

sleepwalker
i litter dreams in subway tunnels, in concrete streams
i can't see where these paths I travel are leading me

i'm free, i'm free to believe
if rhetoric was rhythm, if doctrine was melody
we'd fight, we'd fight our wars with songs instead of blood

sleepwalker
i litter dreams in subway tunnels, in concrete streams
i can't see where these paths I travel are leading me