12/11/2003: "Black Thursday"
Music: Paint it BlackMood: Black
I have a poem from a fan I've been saving for a day like this. "Peel the skin/ Burn the bone/ Taint a soul" -- if this doesn't paint a perfect picture of a day at the office, what does?
This is from my friend, Adrienne.
Enjoy.
-- Michael
UN HUMAN
Peel the skin
Burn the bone
Taint a soul
Cry a sympathetic tear for the real
Make sure everyone believes
But in the dark, privacy of your own
Weep for the real you lack
And hate the ones who are
Just want a taste for what a real life tastes like
Just want to know what’s missing
Is it worth missing?
Is it worth the souls we sell to win?
Or is it worth the tears we cry to feel?
Peel the skin
Make sure I feel
Burn the bone
Don’t want to remember
Taint a soul
Don’t want to go down alone
Hope someone understands
So sure of life and laugh at the real
So sad of life, cry for the real
Am I headed to the right direction?
Am I facing the right way?
Want to sacrifice my soul for redemption
Peel back and see if this future’s for me
Then find out I’m not human after all
I feel like a traitor
Promised things that turn to shit
I don’t know if I can keep this up any longer
But if I do, will it be worth it?
Will it work out in the end anyway?
Peel the skin
Burn the bone
Pluck the seed
That lies at my core
Analyze
Then dispose of my remains
That’ll prove I’m not human
Leave me as a pile on the floor
Paralyzed by the void.
