THE BALLAD OF THE ARROGANT HEARTS: VENTRICLE
Tear it down! Break the barricade!
I wanna see what sound it makes
I hate this flavour with a passion
And I fucking hate the aftertaste!
How does it feel? How does it feel?
Well, it feels like I’m on fire!
Wake up, I know you can hear me…
I.) A Senseless Stardom And A Playwright’s Pain.
Bury me by the open venetian windows, where I can visit you every night
You know my anatomy like a circus act, but you turned off the spotlight
My pavement kiss tastes harsh, but the scissors accentuate my sacrifice
You deceive and desecrate me far too often, but shit, I’ll never suffice
Pose like a drunk pubescent actress, come on Marilyn, show some emotion
Every boy watching television shall receive your desperate transmissions
A noose of flowers and confection confessions melting on your tongue
Your affections were transgressions, but you’re so pretty when you run
I used to write letters and poetry, but now for you, I only write obituaries
Don’t be sorry for little orphan Annie whose cellar is her own sanctuary
I’m a vagabond, you’re a bastard child, we’re a match made in angel hell
Inferno strikes under our tangled veins and the paradise the demon sells
You were memorising phone numbers like it’s the digits on my credit card
If there was a prize for a comely crass drama queen, you’ll win that award
Ignorance might be your best friend, but I’ve been dating her for ten long years
It’s a violent explosion of distractions and disappointment in second gear
As they all say, fuck the love, we’re in this game for the fame and money
Toasting our dead hearts with cocaine and expired 20 dollar champagne
I’ll scream for help, sabotage! Please don’t murder me with pleurisy baby!
And if I cry in my sleep, then you will know that I’m still dancing from pain…
THE BALLAD OF THE ARROGANT HEARTS: AORTA
Make me a promise here tonight!
Love like a tidal wave
Dreamless in early graves
I never want it to be this way
The chemicals will bring you home again
This is it, when it’s done, we can say that
When it’s sudden death we fight back!
II.) Confessions Of A Mad Stranger To An Inebriated Lover.
I confess by the altar, this is my last testament and surrendering admonition
Two souls like an orchestra, and I’ll conduct this symphony of destruction
I’m the only menace to your fugitive life, a key witness and an accomplice
I got scar evidence to lock you behind diamond bars for a million years
You said it wasn’t a crime to feel, but the police are banging down my door
I promised I’d be just a little more sorry, but it’s just been a vulture’s chore
This turbulence in New Jersey, this fucking turbulence is beautiful for me
I may be deleterious and despondent, but your Europe eyes are a mystery
I can smell clashing bitter bourbon and saccharine chocolate in your breath
You sicken me, but I feel better by shutting the closet doors and drinking late
Towed away in our underwater love, and I’ll be drifting away to abyssal death
But if I escape hell, I’ll sneak back into heaven for free, so don’t close the gate
Don’t pay for your blessing, just grind the forest ax and damn, don’t hesitate
The big bad wolf will rend you to shreds if you swing away a second too late
Stuttering from the piercing bullet bites and the blizzard cold on your tattoos
Though I’m taking, I’m taking, I’m f-f-fucking taking back Saturday from you
The jagged edges of your dress are wounding me badly as we’re locked in final embrace
Weighed down and singing our tainted names under the concrete rain like a disgrace
I know I’m a stupid motherfucker, thinking that with eternal hate, I’ll never be left alone
But darling, I’ll leave the answering machine on all night, in case you decide to come home.