Paroles de Greater Good

Right below me, twisted, buckled Pointing fingers through my face Chewing on my screaming crying Plea for Jezebel's embrace Down the stairs I move O'erlooking selves of all I've been in thought Kissing and seducing All the selves I wish that I were not Writhing like a piston Cold as oil lubricates the path Burning down the schizophrenic Self-reflexive rapist's wrath There, with fire in my hand I throw it on the crowd below Twins of faces, plus one other Shocked and helpless, call out, "No! You cannot do this! " There in flame they smolder As the hemlock would As bones and sinew melt I tell them, "It's all for the Greater Good" For now a deity I stand Before my judged and blackened kin Save only one, a different face Was cleared of her new virgin skin