you're not my dad
and my mom's not that bad
but the chasm she has
she's grabbing for magnets
adam & eve, make believe thing
you are not king
and i'd ask you to leave
but i'm crippled, diseased
i'm all tense, i put up defenses
senseless, i'm not what i used to be
- moody
my muscles are knotted with toxins
i try to fly my soul is held hostage
god gave me wings it ripped off an ostrich...
god gave me wings it ripped off an ostrich...
big-boned black wings
batting the hit out of street kings
circle of stars...
gang members crawling like
turtles through tar
and the cobblestone roads, crack like geodes
clouds are now lines,
chemical spines,
checkerboards cover the skies
Aztec gods live behind it...
alien bloodlines are blinded by violence
my fury unleashes a deafening silence
only to be heard by birds
big-boned black wings
batting the hit out of street kings
YOU'RE NOT MY DAD!!
credits
from
Jack Parsons Moonchild,
released 04 May 2010
cris nyne: vox
colin comstock: guitars
sarah comstock: vocals
jamie zillitto: bass
john ilitis: drums
peter moffitt: cello
cat lombardi: percussion