1. BOTTOM KING

Somehow I knew it would come to this
An emperor without clothes your still clinging to a stitch
Are you calling yourself Caesar yet?
Caught green handed in the middle of the mess
A crippled body guard
A shield that's made of silk
Can this be the coming of the end
Oh yes I see that Rome is burning
An empire left to rubble and a smile in the crowd


2. CIRCLE TEMPLATE

We are an experiment programmable shells
Lab at breeders hold the water bottle
Humans push the pellets three miles
With the turning signal on
We are looking for our tails
Riding on the track of the circle template
Running on the wheel
With heaven on the horizon
We are all programmable shells
We are an experiment such an intricate maze
Comprised of a simple mind
Begging for the needle
To inoculate the virus
And eliminate the doldrums
Will you kiss the scientist
Or eliminate the spectacle


3. ORATORY OF THE JIGSAW

When the teeth can hold back the gears
When the stitches are all
That hold the scars together
And the lakes dry up like deserts
Is that when I will have my way
When there is nothing left to savour
I am sure that's how we'll be petty
To the last drop broken
To the last breath
Damned till I fold into quarters


4. ARTHROPOD

Isn't this enough to feed your lust
Does the blood not satisfy your tongue
It used to kill the cravings
It used to soothe the beast
I used to chant the suicide mantra
And it was all that I could hear
And you waited for the edge
So you could be the vulture
So you could feast away
But now you grow impatient
And the hymn is not enough
You're begging for the symphony
And calling for the maestro
To strike up the band
And cut my feeble throat
Isn't this enough
Isn't this your ride
Playing with the handgun
Painting with my blood
And constructing ugly portraits
To make me burn the brushes


5. THE CONTORTIONIST

Pulled apart
I'm the wish bone
But if I scream
I'll do it with my mouth shut
Tear at the eyes of the scarecrow
To see his stitched eyes
Wince his won't mine
Will you think I'm going to bleed for you
You'd be surprised
You'd be surprised
I guess
I wanted this
I got my wish
I guess
I asked for this
I guess
I got my wish


6. THE ARSONIST AND THE ARCHITECT

Assembled in a mass
Grouped inside pigeon holes
Constructed by a sketch
A factory of evasion
The worms crawl to the wine
Like salt to a slug
They wither to their knees
Devoured by the architect
His blueprints spell constriction
He merely drew the increments
Your father built the vice
I abdicate the architect
I don't believe you drew the plans
A carpenter without nails
A son without a father
Your children fall on ashes
Cling to a blistered dreams
Broken by the blueprint
Whatever you create I'll be sure to burn