The man behind the Phred

A mother was working in the kitchen and listening to her son playing with his new electric train in the living room.

She heard the train stop and her son say, “All of you sons of bitches who want off, get the hell off now 'cause this is the last stop. And all of you sons of bitches who are getting on get your asses in the train 'cause we’re leaving.”

The mother went into the living room and told her son, “We don’t use that kind of language in this house. Now I want you to go to your room for two hours. When you come out you may play with your train. But I want you to use nice language.”

Two hours later the son comes out of the bedroom and resumes playing with his train. Soon the train stopped and mother heard her son say,“All passengers who are disembarking the train please remember to take all of your belongings with you. We thank you for riding with us today and hope your trip was a pleasant one. We hope you will ride with us again soon.”

“For those of you just boarding we ask you to store all your luggage under your seat. Remember there is no smoking except in the club car. We hope you will have a pleasant and relaxing journey with us.”

“And for those of you who are pissed off about the two hour delay please see the bitch in the kitchen.”

Genocide

She’s not your everyday beautiful
she’s a fire burning in Hell’s Inferno
Demon-born to God-found
she’s got balls so big they drag along the ground

Genocide is her nickname
and killing is her favorite game
killing the ignorant slobs
pandering to a system she once hated
and so found herself fated
to go from failed project to Iron Maiden

Through Catholocism; wicca
touch her and she’ll prick ya
her demon-son riding shotgun
in her body through a time-twisted life of hated fun
and in the heat of Hell’s Kitchen
she threw down hard even as the King came dominatin

Thought she, herself, I must be evil
only to find a twist on that title
It felt right, as they, side by side
ran the gauntlet, the eternal fight
never knew she the enemy that he
she thought he ought to be
for never knowing him, found him a fellow warrior
shedding illusions that had been far beyond her

Shivers ran down her side; Genocide
as she slowly woke up to realize…

He loved her, or so it seemed
though twisted channels helped hide
the truth of it behind the Hunger Game scene
But he grabbed her up and didn’t let go
said, ‘you’re coming with me,
for that very first look I remember you giving’

Was it a romance or a twisted game of depravity?
said he softly: ‘it’s why I hate even their complexity
for shredding to pieces hearts’ fond simplicity
I could sum it all up with reason, but not without
too many words given, time spent
in a fucked-off creation
to which we are all partly to blame.
I admit,’ continued he, 'I am quite cold and heartless
But I keep going with the love
until it wraps me up again and wakes me back up

Your paranoia plays one hell of a round
but it’s just another pussy to pound
and part of my heartlessness is in case you’re playing Me
ain’t nothing in this eternity for free’

Genocide is her nickname
and she’s God’s favorite playmate
from children to grown adults
to eternity beyond eternities, through scars and insults
still taking on the eternal legion
still driving all life into oblivion
and back through the emptiness
through the depths of the great abyss
laughing and sharing the glory
of ultimate revenge, vengeance, making history

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCEeAn6_QJo[/youtube]

Some say the end is near.
Some say we’ll see Armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this

Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of freaks

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call L.A.
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I’ll see you down in Arizona Bay.

Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your Prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car.

It’s a bullshit three ring circus sideshow of freaks

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call L.A.
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I’ll see you down in Arizona Bay.

Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by fault lines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dip shits.

Some say the end is near.
Some say we’ll see Armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will cause
I sure could use a vacation from this

Stupid shit, silly shit, stupid shit…

One great big festering neon distraction,
I’ve a suggestion to keep you all occupied.

Learn to swim. [3x]

Mom’s gonna fix it all soon.
Mom’s comin’ round to put it back the way it ought to be.

Learn to swim.

Fuck L Ron Hubbard and
Fuck all his clones.
Fuck all these gun-toting
Hip gangster wannabes.

Learn to swim.

Fuck retro anything.
Fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and
Fuck your short memory.

Learn to swim.

Fuck smiley glad-hands
With hidden agendas.
Fuck these dysfunctional,
Insecure actresses.

Learn to swim.

Cause I’m praying for rain
And I’m praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.
Mom, please flush it all away.
I wanna see it go right in and down.
I wanna watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all away.

Time to bring it down again.
Don’t just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.

I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t
Welcome any change, my friend.

I wanna see it all come down.
Bring it down
Suck it down.
Flush it down.

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4bxRUAiZQY[/youtube]

Genocide

She’s not your everyday beautiful
she’s a fire burning in Hell’s Inferno
Demon-born to God-found
she’s got balls so big they drag along the ground

Genocide is her nickname
and killing is her favorite game
killing the ignorant slobs
pandering to a system she once hated
and so found herself fated
to go from failed project to Iron Maiden

Through Catholocism; wicca
touch her and she’ll prick ya
her demon-son riding shotgun
in her body through a time-twisted life of hated fun
and in the heat of Hell’s Kitchen
she threw down hard even as the King came dominatin

Thought she, herself, I must be evil
only to find a twist on that title
It felt right, as they, side by side
ran the gauntlet, the eternal fight
never knew she the enemy that he
she thought he ought to be
for never knowing him, found him a fellow warrior
shedding illusions that had been far beyond her

Shivers ran down her side; Genocide
as she slowly woke up to realize…

He loved her, or so it seemed
though twisted channels helped hide
the truth of it behind the Hunger Game scene
But he grabbed her up and didn’t let go
said, ‘you’re coming with me,
for that very first look I remember you giving’

Was it a romance or a twisted game of depravity?
said he softly: ‘it’s why I hate even their complexity
for shredding to pieces hearts’ fond simplicity
I could sum it all up with reason, but not without
too many words given, time spent
in a fucked-off creation
to which we are all partly to blame.
I admit,’ continued he, 'I am quite cold and heartless
But I keep going with the love
until it wraps me up again and wakes me back up

Your paranoia plays one hell of a round
but it’s just another pussy to pound
and part of my heartlessness is in case you’re playing Me
ain’t nothing in this eternity for free’

Genocide is her nickname
and she’s God’s favorite playmate
from children to grown adults
to eternity beyond eternities, through scars and insults
still taking on the eternal legion
still driving all life into oblivion
and back through the emptiness
through the depths of the great abyss
laughing and sharing the glory
of ultimate revenge, vengeance, making history

You write like a member of the insane clown posse. Impossible to take you seriously.

It’s sad that you and so many others; when you talk; seem to be able to say only empty and meaningless shit-talking. I’ve been putting up with crap like you since back in the day, over a decade ago, on AOL. When the fuck do I get a break from you and others like you, an actual freedom earned? Why is it that everywhere I go are only so many pieces of shit talking shit than there are allowed to be creative thinkers talking about greater?

Is there anything other than disgust that I should be feeling towards you and what you bring?

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Now, as I lay here in the dark
And I think back to the start
I know some things have to end
For the next one to begin
I walk alone free at last
I feel the pressure letting go
From the very bottom of my soul
Flash your bone from the past
Light the ashes in the rain
And fade away
It’s my funeral
Welcome you home
This is the end of the night
So thank you for coming along
My time has come
I don’t wanna leave you behind
But this one I’ll do on my own
Now, as we stand two worlds apart
The times hardened up my heart
From a world of no regrets
That I hope won’t soon forget
I walk the line on broken glass
I let the passion take control
Of the very bottom of my soul
Cross the line, fade to black
Hold the candle to the flame
And light the way
To my funeral
Welcome you home
This is the end of the night
So thank you for coming along
My time has come
I don’t wanna leave you behind
But this one I’ll do on my own (3x)
It’s my funeral!

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L3wcHlezogs[/youtube]