A Valley Below - Live

I am sick
 So sick and tired
 I'm so sick and tired of this life
 As I watch you wander off one and all
 Dragging yourselves into the suicide of the mind
 While still praying and praising his Whoredom
 And so I try laughing while kissing goodbyes
 The last idiots still proclaiming their cuntlike
 Stories of their salvation poured out
 Into your vast and desolate structures of life
 As if life itself took a twisted turn and a crooked cross
 As children rise in silvery bleak moons singing songs
 For all the dead never realizing their departure from life
 And the road ahead is full of mud and slippery like birth
 And on your feet you rise and fall and rise and fall
 I sit in the shelter of my mind
 Where finalized and realized beauty is but temporary
 And savage brutality is part of all my moves and cracks
 There is no shelter from the demon-angels and theft
 There is no shelter from the ones inside your mind
 I like the way things tend to lean on irony
 I'd like to take you all to hell with me...