In The Gutter Trash Glitter...

Of The Swallowing Spitter...

Nothing Forbidden...

Not The Lice We Have Ridden...

While Fisting The Pope Being Sucked By John Ritter...

Who Answers The Call...

Who Catches The Fall Of Humanity's Pleasure...

That Blood And Sweat Treasure That Lurks Deep Inside...

Bereft Of All Pride In The Art Of This Madness...

That Beautiful Sadness That Cries Out For Justice...

I Beg Him To Trust Us For Now More Than Ever...

In Darkest Endeavor We Need This Inclusion...

Most Potent Infusion Of Man Lust And Passion...

His Bold Face Is Ashen When Light Dawns On Sunday...

We Crumble And I Pray That Nothing Will Take Us...

That Nothing Will Break Us Apart From Each Other...

My Sisters And Brother In My Dreams And Wishes...

The Daybreak Is Visious To My Friends And Yours...

And My Voice Implores You To Cease And Desist...

Deny And Resist Those That Threaten This Laughter...

For Both Now And After This Star's Light Is Burnt Out...

When Victims Will Still Shout For Change And For Closure...

You Think That You're So Sure But Nothing Is Certain...

This Is Your Final Curtain And We Will Provide You Your Standing Ovation...

When The Heart Of This Nation Admits That They Are Free...

Just Wait And You Will See...

The Victims Of Daylight Will Give Proclamation...

And They'll Find Salvation...

When Darkness Returns:

What A World it Will Be.