Wednesday, October 3, 2007

The Number of the Beast & the Sweet Taste of Failure

"I'm counting down
The number of the Times
So when we get the sign from god
I'll be the first to call."
-Dresden Dolls, My Alcoholic Friends

We're all waiting for the day we
get to Fail our final event;
Whatever we do for good or for evil is
done in the spirit of self-immolation.
We are operating in desperate straits
and since our first days on Earth
we have learned the language of predicted disappointment.

All the talk of peace and Love on earth is
a bunch of crap.
If we wanted that we would stop fucking around
and do it and do it and do it every day until we died of it
and wake up again from the grave and fucking do it some more--

WE DON"T WANT TO DIE
WE DON'T WANT TO SEE
WE'D CLIMB A MOUNTAIN NOT TO SEE WHAT'S IN FRONT
of our faces.

We want suffering.
We want to die unbelievable and quarralsome deaths,
we want wars that rage for centuries and obliterate us kill us all
what we really want is children with no limbs
what we want is an arsenic picnic
what we want is no more whales,
we'll do it all lace me up tight till i bleed on the line
Because we want to not have been born
We are sorry for all that we are

We can't take it back.
We can't make it ok.
No amount of suffering will
bring Adam back into Eden
will restore that apple to the forbidden tree
will put Eve's hymen back in her crotch like a nested songbird.

What we really want is to get shot in the mouth in front of a bunch of onlookers
What we really want is to eat poisoned food from the enemy
What we really want is another holocaust, Godfuckingdammit
We want unabomber subway massacre beaten wives and french fries giving us five
million different types of cancer
We want insidious violent grotesque blasphemous suck-off festival of chocolate and dim lights
We want murdered lesbian witchdoctors on the evening news
we want stonings
we want to drown those little girls on improperly installed pool drains
WE LOVE IT WE LOVE IT
WE FUCKING DEMAND IT 24/7 FEED IT TO ME

we suffer because we love to suffer.
because we have never learned to feel good
because we have no idea how to really Love
because we have no idea how to dream
any other dream.

Put down your sword for a minute and listen to the heartbeat of the supreme majestic.

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