Fetish

"I woke up and performed a miracle today
 Nothing much, really, just a game I like to play
 Helps me see a suffering world in a clearer view
 I walked among my enemies and showed them peace
 I cured the sick and granted dying prisoners release
 I sheltered them with powers of compassion rare but true
 Now suddenly the crowds are falling down on their knees
 Chasing me and screaming, 'Healer! Save me, please!'
 Save yourselves -- I didn't ask to be a hero for all of you"
 Every day the common people living private dreams
 Every night their faces splashed on prime-time TV screens
 Every channel battling for high ratings in the midst of war
 A hundred media circuses in one sensational ring
 A thousand fake reality shows all about the same damn thing
 The news reports obsessed with mere theatrics and nothing more
 Pull down the shade, turn on the set, let tubes destroy your mind
 Throw out your heart and leave your human intellect behind
 But deep inside, the fiber of your being will slowly die
 If you've got a shred of pride, then let it blind the public eye
 I call myself an artist and my work is mine alone
 I make myself an author and all words become my own
 But when I offer you some small salvation, you worship me
 I give myself to you and get fanatics in return
 I kill myself for you, and in your praise I fall and burn
 Redemption is your crutch -- you cripple me with your indignity
 A crown of thorns, a bed of nails, I dangle on your cross
 My veins I open toward you as my infant blood is lost
 In my comedy I live, and in your tragedy I die
 Let me spit on social faces and scour out the public eye
 Marilyn Monroe was an alien!
 New evidence proves that Oprah killed JFK!
 I slept with the Loch Ness Monster!
 Bigfoot married my great-grandma!
 Jesus ate my baby!
 Half-man/half-squirrel terrorizes town full of nuts!
 Unfrozen caveman steals nuclear codes!
 Bat Boy lives!
 I SAW ELVIS!
 Strike down the world's messiahs -- no more heroes, no more stars
 Destroy your faith in idols and be true to what you are
 Keep the strength to recognize yourself before you die
 If creation satisfies your soul, then f-ck the public eye