Lyrics Plan #1 - Motorpsycho

You know something?
The lyrics
God loves you
Are you a Christian?
Yes I am
And he made you for a purpose, right?
Yeah
And he has a plan for your life?
Plan number one

The ales are down
Zero is the center of the universe
Purple Alfalfa Vetch
Small pubescent hairs
Sloughed off
How can a man be a man when he can't what he can?
Wheel of life
Rock of Sisyphus
The open body of woman
At the climax of orgasm there is a shudder
Mostly felt in the stomach
Almost identical but less intense
Than the shudder experienced at the moment of death

Queen bitch
Slut child
I know you so well
You gave it all away sister
You gave it all away
But I know your eyes
You're just like me
You're just like me
You're just like me
You're just like me

Sick, filthy, naked and abused
I've seen you all before
Cause you gave it all away
You raped your own pride
You put too much slack on your loud wires
Saw too many thrills that killed your desires
Too many nights have paled your complexion
And made you an egg or in their conception of life
Just like me
You're just like me
You're just like me

The sinner is great
When you try to smash his face
He still don't understand
What he's doing in this place
I know
I know you did it
When I was him
When I was him

"Hardy 'til she's cute" the young man's t-shirt read
Infinity likewise is a verb
Small stones begin to rise and float in the water
What strange snake is this that can be sick with fever?
Are not snakes cold-blooded creatures?
Like a crowbar in the vagina
Ripping to pry loose the pelvis
Thus structure and form are now wed
Small cottage just outside of town
A dark and narrow gravel lane
Silver grown leaves touch a passing car with smoke
Seth and the light beavers
Seth and the light beavers
Seth and the light beavers
They have been those who think they have befriended death
Seth knows nothing of these struggles
Unflicking shadow
Worthy opponent
Merely a challenger of the light
A man stands in the middle of a room
Small white cottage
He stalks himself
Much like the wolf stalks the caribou
Stands smiling at himself
Watching himself
Metal-like voice makes you feel uneasy
Like marching spirits
In the red dunes of subconscious deprivation