vanity fair

• you're not human
  you're a miracle
  a preacher with an animal's face
  
  in your sexy
  neon smokescreen
  lie the supersalesmen of vanity
  
  even your shadow worships you
  in your jungle solitude
  
  with the orgies of the sacrament
  and the seal of flagellants
  
  god saves those who save their skin
  from the bondage that we're in
  
  i'm elated
  i could cut you
  and remove the sheath of your ignorance
  
  bless the eunuch
  and the skoptsi
  will you hurt me now and make a million?
  
  say cheese, baby
  we all love you
  but it's a cheap world and you don't exist...
  
  slit the fabric of the right now
  spread your legs and wear the crown
  
  tell me how long, lord, how long?
  till i get my beauty sleep?
  
  now the hourglass is empty
  the moment of my de-sexing
  
  cut it
  cut it
  cut this cancer from my soul
  
  now that i've made it...
  
  i'm finally naked...
  
  (bkz: mr bungle) (bkz: california)