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Jun 27, 2009
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helter skelter world
Charles Manson mystery
helter skelter world
drawn to psychotics
like a blinded morbid herd
we are intrigued
by all the things we fear
what we don't understand
we seek still to be near
it's all part of the game
what it means to live and die
a snake-like fascination
beyond what is not wise
we don't know why we do it
the news is like a drug
we want to see the pain
like a dumbstruck band of thugs
our endless deep obsessions
with those who maim and kill
who somehow live outside our world
bring destruction by their will
it's like they are admired
in some dark and twisted way
as they annihilate
the ones they love to hate
their violence feeds an image
false safety that we feel
detached, just like a movie
even though we know it's real
desensitized by gore
that all seems somehow fake
rate levels of destruction
for an innocent's intake
yet they are just like us
drawn into the game
twisted by the stories
of anger, fear, and pain
raised for living mindless
both predator and prey
intrigued in callousness
no matter what we pray
it's all part of the game
what it means to live and die
a snake-like fascination
beyond what is not wise
we don't know why we do it
the news is like a drug
we want to see the pain
like a dumbstruck band of thugs
like a Charles Manson mystery
helter skelter world
draw to psychotics
like a blinded morbid herd
we are intrigued
by all the things we fear
what we don't understand
we seek still to be near
helter skelter world
drawn to psychotics
like a blinded morbid herd
we are intrigued
by all the things we fear
what we don't understand
we seek still to be near
it's all part of the game
what it means to live and die
a snake-like fascination
beyond what is not wise
we don't know why we do it
the news is like a drug
we want to see the pain
like a dumbstruck band of thugs
our endless deep obsessions
with those who maim and kill
who somehow live outside our world
bring destruction by their will
it's like they are admired
in some dark and twisted way
as they annihilate
the ones they love to hate
their violence feeds an image
false safety that we feel
detached, just like a movie
even though we know it's real
desensitized by gore
that all seems somehow fake
rate levels of destruction
for an innocent's intake
yet they are just like us
drawn into the game
twisted by the stories
of anger, fear, and pain
raised for living mindless
both predator and prey
intrigued in callousness
no matter what we pray
it's all part of the game
what it means to live and die
a snake-like fascination
beyond what is not wise
we don't know why we do it
the news is like a drug
we want to see the pain
like a dumbstruck band of thugs
like a Charles Manson mystery
helter skelter world
draw to psychotics
like a blinded morbid herd
we are intrigued
by all the things we fear
what we don't understand
we seek still to be near
Comments
Rett
16 years 10 months ago
Wooo hoo Viginia!
Godweed
16 years 10 months ago
me too