Belle Glade Missionaries

The blade missionaries are here to steal your cocaine You better send your malaria to puncture their brains and Send them back to where they came from Send them back to the souvenirs of disease From your first psychotic episode to your chugging your schizophrenia It's your dysphoric mania that makes you so likable And everybody want to save you Save you just for themselves And letting children get blown up in their schools today So they can get them back into their factories And though it pains me to see while being so betrayed But I guess you'll never know so it doesn't matter Doesn't matter! The feeble wants me to have because you been on the winds I made the bones in my jaw going hollow And there's a sense that there's a prowler on the prairie Leaving hair on the walls We help to flatten the sounds that bound down the street And my greatest fear of release Someone else's consciousness and down the stairs to contend with Oh but too there's these rays there to pretend with And letting children get blown up in their schools today So they can get them back into their factories And though it pains me to see you all being so deceived But I guess you'll never know so it doesn't matter Doesn't matter! I have a sense you want to be The female Henry Miller Cynically referring to your lovers as your prince and Exploiting other people's madness I never sensed you'd ever call out to me Telepathically through all archaic mediums But I never once heard you, so I think you were just lying again Back up and then see my void Like some nation people avoid Like I'm a talents been destroyed Like I'm a pair of specta voice When no choices at the present Still there's a value in things unpleasant Will you post naked gifts of your epileptic fits And keep track of your hits and your friends don't give a shit And view your future with amusement All the evil in the universe There are no victims, only participants Letting children get blown up in their schools today So they can get them back into their factories You know it pains me to see you all being so betrayed But I guess you'll never know so it doesn't matter Doesn't matter! Can't trust my instinct lately And I'm feeling mechanic You feel more synthetic They feel more synthetic More synthetic Synthetic