PSYOPUS LYRICS

1. .44

I am the Monster
I am the Son of Sam
Forty Four
Go out and Kill!

2. Medusa

Flinching as her wavy hair hisses
Slithers around and around
Entangles her face
Nothing is to be seen
Coils of our beauty queen's reptile crown
I can't bare to see your face without thinking "Kill Her"
I just want my fucking space
I can count the six feet under ground
I just wish you were erased
Who'd think a mirror to your face could kill
Stone
Your monster face chews beauty no more
and hoe I'd kill to gaze upon kind recollection
Where you and I could bow
Perhaps to get along less the ugly in stone
With all the smiles and all that's kind
Put right in your face
None could silence the sound
Of your hissing moral chorus
Kill her
Fucking kill her
Stick the fucking mirror to her fucking face
Queen of the Ugly

3. The Burning Halo

Burning voices, black eyes
Mocking your Jesus Christ
Choke your scripture on heckled wings
I dare your crucifix burnt on this flesh
Angel screams sound like laughter
While church bells die
Backwards prayers and mocked heavens
That blister from my burning halo
Her eyes roll into the back of her head
I am the dark unholy
Broken halo of a bastard
Whose deep talons curse
Drag contort your pathetic god's marionette
Cursing blood soaked eyes
Spitting on your Jesus Christ
Tied down for the holy miracle
In the name of God. Demon. Who are you?

4. Duct Tape Smile

Smile for the camera
Oh she's crying. Jesus
To the lens focus
Black mascara bleeds her face
Smile for the camera
while you are sliced to ribbons
Scream for the camera
Oh she's pleading. Jesus
For her pathetic life
A starlet with a duct tape smile
Scream camera
Your inspiration focus is a shard in your cunt
Prepare the scene
A method star cured for crucifixion
Play dead
Put on your murdered face
It's only acting. Acting. Acting
Look she's dying. Jesus
Grainy and unsteady
Falling down like a character in hell
Scream!

5. X and Y

He sees her. Sees her peeking out
From behind his eyes
He sees Cynthia
Reaching to strip him out
And sculpt her in
Like flesh in drag
Make him beautiful
With the surgeon's magic wand
Make her beautiful
Make him Cynthia
He's beautiful removed
She's beautiful like a mutilated sculpture
Cynthia
He sees her
She's all he's ever wanted
Cynthia
She sees ripping him off of her

6. Boogeyman

We echo to ourselves
Where no answer came
No one person has so may eyes
We are who we are
We did not want to touch that monsters game
The picture strobes growing bright then fading away
We recall the feel of it
Wiry hair
Curious touches
Slow
Side to Side
Stop then start again
We recall the feel of it
We recall the feel of it
The picture strobes growing bright then fading away
We should be dead
We hide behind doors
Never alone
We hide from the monster
Who are we?
We saw black
We saw flickers of black
We are young
We hold the pain deep for us all

7. Imogen's Puzzle, Pt. 3

8. Choker Chain

Just me I said don't think about anything else
Nothing else
Stop!
Just me
Stop
Your selfless collection of me
Selfless collections of me
Every second
Every breathe
Just
Every idea
Every fucking thought
Just me
Stop
Think of nothing beyond me
Just me. I said nothing else
Nothing
Just me. I am everything
Stop
Just me
Every moment. Everything. You fucking sucker!
Just me. Just me. Just stop!
Your selfless collection of me.
Pathetically dragged on a leash in my name

9. Ms Shyflower

Planted less the sunshine to bloom
Six feet below
Ms Shyflower wears tomorrow's
Funeral
Wake her do wipe the soil from her
Eyes
Eyes only
Only eyes
In their panic
Chased by darkness
Chased by darkness
To see nothing
To see nothing
To see nothing
I'm not dead
I want the sun
I'm not dead
They will walk over to do this
Crushing stone marker
Panic
Scratching away at the lid
Shyflower buried
Thy seed is alive
Shyflower buried alive.

10. A Murder To Child

PSYOPUS LYRICS