FRAGMENT ON BEAUTY

Beauty is only skin deep – that’s the truth!

            A pretty face hides the ugly human soul.

So that you can be beautiful through and through,

            it is better just to be hollow.

DYING IS A DYING ART

Memento Mori:”

            “Remember you will die.”

Death is a flame and life a moth

            wandering through the night.

 

What’s that saying in the Bible?

            “Omnia vanitas?”

Vanity of vanities;

            everything is meaningless.

 

Tonight I’ll dance the danse macabre

hand in hand with my fallen god.

Beauty never has to fade;

if vanity’s a sin, I don’t want to be saved.

 

            Dying is a dying art,

            as dead as my poor bleeding heart.

No one remembers how to

            leave behind a beautiful corpse.

 

I read the “Book of the Dead”

            for all its beauty tips,

like sewing your eyelids with silk

            and blood-staining your lips.

 

I have a deathly pallor;

            my ghost will be pearl white.

My body will never wither;

            my beauty will survive into the afterlife.

 

            So darling, let them slather

            makeup on your cadaver.

            You only get to die once, so

            why not die looking gorgeous?

 

Beauty is only as deep as the grave.

            No one wants to exhume someone who’s decomposed.

So take a tip from me:

Get cremated if you’re ugly.

            Cemeteries are just for those

            with beauty in their bones!

IF I ONLY HAD A SOUL

If home is where the heart is,

then I guess I’m homeless.

            I feel so empty inside though

I’ve filled myself with Jesus.

 

I could walk on water

            and then turn it into wine,

but the one thing that I cannot do

            is bring my heart back to life.

 

If I met the devil, I’d gladly

            sell my soul to him and go to Hell

            rather than be lonely by myself…

            …if I only had a soul to sell…

 

If we are all one body,

            then I must be the disease

                        that attacks and kills the heart

            quietly with ease.

Can’t somebody stop me

            before it’s all too late?

                        I’ve given up on ever being

            a martyr or a saint.

 

If I met the devil, I’d gladly

            sell my soul to him and go to Hell

            rather than be lonely by myself…

            …if I only had a soul to sell…

SISTER DEMETER

Sister Demeter

prays to Saint Peter.

            She’s been praying for a year,

            but he doesn’t seem to hear

her…

 

Why does Our Lord forsake her call?

What has she been praying for…?

 

            Dear Saint Peter, in your name I pray

            as I’ve already prayed a thousand times today.

            All my life I’ve felt something inside

            was missing from me, that’s why

            I pray you’ll help me find it.

            I feel, oh, so incomplete here.

            Please make my heart whole, Saint Peter…

 

            I seek salvation for the sins I must have made,

            whether in this life, or in another age.

            I make my amends. Give me my penance.

            I’m kneeling here before you, praying for your guidance.

            Forgive me if I have wronged.

            All I want is to belong…

 

Sister Demeter

prays to Saint Peter.

            She’s been praying for a year,

            but he doesn’t seem to hear

her…

 

Why does Our Lord forsake her call?

What has she been praying for…?

 

            Will she find the peace she seeks?

            Will He hear her when she speaks?

            Will her prayers e’er be answered?

            Will her demons e’er be conquered?

 

Only God knows…

OPEN HEART SURGERY

First a scalpel! Nurse –!

            Hand me a knife!

It’s time to change

            This poor man’s life…

 

First incision. Oh –!

            Such precision!

It’s a delicate procedure

            And it has to be done right!

 

Open your heart to me!

Open heart surgery, open heart surgery …

Trust your gut instincts!

Open heart surgery, open heart surgery …

 

Blood transfusion!

There’s no confusion

Whether what we’re doing

            Is right or wrong.

 

All this tissue!

And soon I’ll stitch you

Up once you’re who you’ve

            Been all along.

 

Open your heart to me!

Open heart surgery, open heart surgery …

Let the whole world see!

Open heart surgery, open heart surgery …

 

On this cutting room table,

All vital signs stable,

And soon you’ll be able

            To love again…!

 

This operation

Won’t stop devastation,

But soon all your lonely

            Nights will end…!

 

Open your heart to me!

Open heart surgery, open heart surgery …

Trust your gut instincts!

Open heart surgery, open heart surgery …

Let the whole world see!

Open heart surgery, open heart surgery …

Things will be bloody!

Open heart surgery, open heart surgery …

 

Open hearts! Open hearts!

Open hearts! Open hearts!

Open hearts! Open hearts! Open hearts!

Surgery!

JESUS-MADE HEART

You have a heart that like a diamond shines.

                        (Without flaw…)

You have a heart that Jesus would design.

                        (Love’s His law…)

The love you give is like a miracle.

                        (It’s so pure…)

Everything you touch turns beautiful.

                        (I’m yours…)

THE NEEDLE’S KISS

Roll up your sleeve…

            Time for your shot…

So you can sleep…

            And wake up with a brand new heart…

Now, don’t worry…

            It won’t hurt a bit…

Was that so bad?

            It’s going to be worth it…

 

Just close your eyes,

            Count back from ten…

            Nine… eight… seven…

 

Let the anesthesia

Give you amnesia;

            Forget all the pain you’ve ever felt…

Let the anesthesia

Give you amnesia;

            Forget all the pain you never dealt with…

                        All you have to do is this…

                        Kill it with the needle’s kiss…

 

                        If you want unbridled bliss…

                        Kill it with the needle’s kiss…

 

                        Don’t worry about the risk…

                        Kill it with the needle’s kiss…

HELL IS A LONELY CHURCH

            Hell is a lonely church they say,

            where no one ever goes to pray.

            But what’s the use of prayer anyway?

 

God? – He never listens…

Man’s never forgiven…

            So Man must answer prayer his own way…

 

Man invents his own God,

            and I’ve invented mine!

Soon the day will come when my

            God will get to shine!

 

And He will be…

a god of mercy…

 

            No.

 

He will be

a god at the

mercy of me…!

SKELETON OF MY HEART

The skeleton of my heart

is a pile of broken bones

            in the unmarked grave

            of a soul unsaved

whose sins can’t be atoned.

 

My heart fears the sun

like a mummy come undone,

            with its dead flesh bared

            and numb to the stares

from the freaks of which it’s one.

 

So drill the dogwood through me now

so I can take my final bow.

            With a cross on my chest,

            please lay me to rest

if only God will allow…

FUNERAL MARCH

I grew up in a graveyard for my life I’ve felt dead and buried.

I grew up in a graveyard without anyone to mourn for me.

            I grew up in an unmarked tomb

            that no one e’er brought flowers to.

                        If all the world is a stage,

                        then the stage is my final resting place!

 

Draw the curtains over this

            Funeral march,

Over this funeral march

            That never stops,

            That never stops!

 

Draw the curtains over this

            funeral march,

over this funeral march

            that never stops

                        called, “Life!”

 

The morning approaches, but the mourners never leave.

All the crows have awakened from their slumber in the trees.

A graveyard is a banquet for those who feast on the dead.

I wish that they’d eat me alive, that they’d eat me instead…

 

Raise the curtains up from this

            Funeral march,

Up from this funeral march

            That soon will stop,

            That soon will stop!

 

Raise the curtains up from this

            funeral march,

up from this funeral march

            that soon will stop

                        for life…!

MY HEART’S A HAUNTED HOUSE

If home is where the heart is,

            my heart’s a haunted house.

If home is where the heart is,

            I’d rather be locked out…!

 

I got so many demons in possession of my mind;

I’d like to exorcise them, but I just don’t have the time.

Would I rather go to heaven? or would I rather go to hell?

No, I’d rather do the limbo (I love dancing by myself)!

 

            I don’t want to open the door…

                        What comes out might

            stay with me forever more…!

 

If home is where the heart is,

            my heart’s a haunted house.

If home is where the heart is,

            I’d rather be locked out.

If home is where the heart is,

            then I’ll just run away.

I’ll find myself a new heart if I

            have to steal it from a grave…

 

I got no remorse or respect for the dead.

They got a better life than me; at least they got a bed

where they can go rest in peace.

            I wish the world would find a tomb

so we could all just fall asleep by the light of the moon.

 

            I don’t want to open the door…

                        What comes out might

            stay with me forever more…!

 

If home is where the heart is,

            my heart’s a haunted house.

If home is where the heart is,

            I’d rather be locked out.

If home is where the heart is,

            then I’ll just run away.

I’ll find myself a new heart if I

            have to steal it from a grave…

 

            …Do you hear…

                        …the sermon in the church…?

            And do you know…

                        …know how much I’ve hurt…?

            All the ghosts

            of all the loves I’ve lost;

            that I couldn’t save…

 

                        They kill me…

                        They kill a little more of me…

            Each day…

            Each day………!

 

If home is where the heart is,

            my heart’s a haunted house.

If home is where the heart is,

            then I’d rather be locked out!

TRUE SHADOWS

            Across the moors…

a black owl spreads his wings,

            he’s gonna soar…

 

            Down by the shore…

I jump off the cliffs; I don’t

            wanna live anymore…

 

I hit the rocks below…

            and I learn something that I

didn’t want to know…

 

That it doesn’t hurt to die…

            What hurts is when you find

that you’re still alive…

 

            I love the fog…

                        The fog is fun…

            Out in the mist…

                        the setting sun…

 

            And when the moon rises,

                        everyone is gonna show…

                        their true shadows…

 

            Deep in the woods…

I cut my finger and I

            know that can’t be good…

 

            I raise my hood…

It’s the only shield I have against

            all those devils who’d…

 

Punish me for the crime…

            that I am on my way

to commit tonight…

 

I can’t let them get in my way…

            Can’t let them stop me before

I find my resting place…

 

            ’Cause when the moon rises,

                        everyone is gonna know…

                        their true shadows…

POLYURETHANE

Your lips are so adhesive

I have no resistance to them

Like a seal that can’t be broken

When we kiss, I know I’m hopeless

 

Getting high off aerosol

When I breathe, I breathe you in

We are bodies made of foam

With hearts that shine like glycerin

 

But I know that with your lips

Our slippery hearts will never slip

Into someone else’s hands

Our love is strong and will withstand

 

Our love is durable

Like polyurethane

Our love can sustain

Through anything

 

Our love’s not artificial

It will not degrade

A love as strong as ours

I know will never fade

SHUTTING DOWN

My heart drive is empty

Except for your memory

 

How I tried to save us,

Copy and paste us,

But it was a failure;

We have no savior

 

There is no restart

Button on my heart

 

I’m shutting down now,

I’m shutting down now…