I was sent to kill the Genius

I was sent to kill the Genius

My appendages are humming,

Something from the Rolling Stones, most likely,

Since the operation it is hard to remember

But, the damn things do what they want

any requests?

The dead will need their legs,

The old wino told me

You know, the guy who predicted the end of the world

And Bought billions of dollars of billboard signs

Hey buddy, throw some of that money my way

As I climb up the ladder to attach your spine

It only takes a little barbed-wire and twine

Still humming tumbling dice

Now I remember

Some things still come to me

Take a chance with me

Building each and every one of your demons,

It’s complicated but I do have directions

I think they are in four different languages

It requires a lot of screwing and pounding

You are more than your tortoise shell collection

An angel who has fallen from heaven

I’m just giving you a voice

the rock and the hammer

Is that really a voice?

You fall apart in all the right places

Trading your golden halo for another crack-dream-nightmare

How dare you suffer differently than me

It doesn’t matter no more

I guess it never did

These are the days that we long to forget,

Like Broken glass rubbed across your back,

There you are in a little pile

An enemy to be feared

Attack the man says, attack

What did you expect?

Are you curious about when freedom died?

You want to know if I’m an assassin,

I’m just an errand boy

Sent by grocery clerks

Their souls are mad

You knew I wasn’t going anywhere

The strength to do your perfect will

It was then that I knew that you were more than I

We are asleep and dreaming

Victims to a war against our freedoms

So the rich can get richer

And the poor can get poorer

It is obscene

It is judgment that defeats us

Repeat and rinse