Looking behind me, the water turns icy blue

As they nibble at the fruit of my flesh, I feel no pain.

Only a magic... that a name would stain.
 
With the first drop of my blood in their veins, their faces are convulsed in mortal pain.

The fairest cries... "We all have loved you, Rael..."
 
Each empty snakelike body floats... silent sorrow in empty boats.

A sickly sourness fills the room.

The sour harvest of a dying bloom.
 
Oh, you say say I must be be crazy,
Because I don't care who I hit

Who I hit?

But I know that it's me that's hitting out,
and I'm not full of shit.

I don't care who I hurt
I don't care who I do wrong
This is your mess I'm stuck in
I really don't belong
 
When I take out my bottle
Filled up high with gasoline
You can tell by the night fires
Where Rael has been
 
You're sitting in your comfort
You don't believe I'm real
You cannot buy protection
From the way that I feel
 
Your progressive hypocrites
Hand out their trash
But it was mine in the first place,
So I'll burn it to ash
 
And I've tasted all the strongest meats
And laid them down in colored sheets

Laid them down

In colored sheets
 
Who...

needs the illusion

of love, and affection

when you're out walking in the street with your mainline connection?
 
The Lamb is my favorite album; I was lucky enough to see The Musical Box perform it in it's entirety Halloween of 2012. Not quite the same as seeing Pete and the boys perform it, but they were very, very good.
 
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