She's my Everything She's my Everything She's my Everything But she thinks that she means shit nothing to me (But I think that i mean shit nothing to you) Why do I want you to want me when I'm fallin apart and why do I only see you after it's already dark how can you relieve me when it's all your fault Darlin will you hold my hand Darlin will you hold my hand I have fallen and I need a friend I have fallen and I need a friend I ain't mad you're gone you we're there from the start And I won't be cryin anymore you never wanted my heart Ain't gotta say goodbye you're already gone That's why I think that I mean shit nothing to you yea I think that I mean shit nothing to you Loved anything and it brought her down lost everything as she ran from town Everything was won, but she fell down she was loved but love is lost when your unsound She's my Everything She's my Everything She's my Everything But she thinks that she means shit nothing to me (But I think that i mean shit nothing to you)

(VERSE 1) SEAL BLOOD POPSICLE JUTTING UP OUT THE TUNDRA, RAZOR BLADE STICK IN THE MIDDLE, LICK TIL IT CUT YA, TRICKING WOLVES INTO SUICIDE BY THE HUNDREDS. CON- VINCING A HUMAN TO KILL ITSELF IS MORE HUMDRUM. HAND YOUR MANS CAMELS, COPY OF "GOOD NIGHT, AND GOOD LUCK," GOT ME PUFFING LIKE A FUCKED UP FORTY-TON TRUCK. INDUSTRIAL STRENGTH LO-TECH TRICKNOLOGY, MOUSE- TRAP-AHOLIC, THE SWISS CHEESE LOBOTOMY. BLUNT- FORCE THE ORIGIN OF RADICAL THOTTERY. SLOB ON MY KNOB, IT’S WHAT TROTSKY WOULD’VE WANTED, B. TWERK FOR THE I.T.’S, IN NOTHING BUT TIGHTIE-WHITIES AND WHITE TEES, MAYBELLINE MADE UP TO LOOK WHITELY I SEE ICY I.C.U.’S IN MY FUTURE, HEAD DUMB WOUNDED, CAN’T AFFORD SUTURES, IN ARREARS, INNER EARS IN A REAR’S THE ONLY SUCCOR I CAN MUSTER HERE, SWOONING IN TRAUMA-INDUCED STUPOR. LANGUAGE DUMB STUPID LIKE "LIKE LIKE LIKE," BUT, LIKE, LIKE LOATHE LIKE LIKE LOATHSOME YAKUB ON PATMOS’S GRAFTING MADE IT HAPPEN. OPEN UP THE SCRIPTURE FOR SOME HATEFUL BLAPPERS, TRANSMITTED UNSCRIPTED ALL THE WAY FROM SATURN, TRANSCRIPT BY A SHAMAN OF THE BRAINY PATTER, CONJURING THE PATOIS OF THE ANCIENT SATYR, HALF-BREED CARTHAGINIAN, AND HALF KEMETIC, OR SEMITIC, OR ASIATIC, OR WHATEVER. (VERSE 2) HERETIC CLERIC, SERAPHIM STARING HYSTERIC, I’M TEARING THROUGH HEAVEN’S BARRACKS TO GET THEM WEAPONS THAT LEVELLED GOMORRAH. SET THEM ON “ESCHATON,” BORE A RECTUM IN EVERYTHING, GET IT PREPPED FOR THE ALIENS, REVOLUTION TO LET EM IN. ALL MY MANTRAS IS GLOSSES OF J. POSADAS’S PLOTS. COMMUNISM BY MEANS OF ATOM BOMB HOLOCAUST. SOMETIMES I WANT IT A LITTLE, SOMETIMES I WANT IT A LOT. WHAT TIMES IS IT? TAKIN IT BACK TO WHEN I WAS A BAY-BAY, CAME UP OUT THE LAY-DAY, SAY- IN “RAKETE RE TE, RAKETE RINNZEKETE,” AND SINCE THAT FAR AWAY DAY, PLAY HAS BEEN A MAINSTAY, STAY URSONATING DAY-LAY, IT’S LESS ABOUT THE PAY-PAY, MORE A- BOUT INOCULATING MYSELF AGAINST THE CHAOS, FAKE NEWS BOUT THE SAME AS CONFABULATIONS I SPIT OFFA THE TOP OF THE DOME WHEN I AND MINE ARE PLAYIN PUNDITS IN THE WHIP ON THE WAY TO BRING THE STATIC TO THE FUNCTION. BRAND NEW AGENTS OF THE DEMIURGE EMERGE WITH TOTAL ACCESS TO THE RUDIMENTS OF LOGIC, MECHANICS OF MATHEMATICS. NOT SURE IF I PRAY THEY WHOLESALE TAKE AWAY LANGUAGE, OR BREAK ANOTHER BABEL SKYSCRAPER SO EVERY FACT IS JUST A- NOTHER CHARMING ANECDOTE. NONSENSE IS THE ANTIDOTE, EVERY PROPOSITION AND ITS INVERSE COUNTERFACTUAL. COUNTERFEIT EXPERIENCE, YELLOW JOURNAL LUGENPRESSE, FANNING FLAMES OF WAR TO MAKE MEXICO AMERICA A- GAIN. (TAG) NOW IT’S TOTAL ENTERTAINMENT WHATEVER, WHERE-EVER, SHOUTS TO HALLIBURTON, NOBODY’S FREE FROM THE TERROR. SHOUTS TO THE CHICAGO BOYS, BRICK SLINGERS FOR THE U OF C TURNED A SINGLE BRICK INTO A MOTHERFUCKING LEGACY