Monster Island - The Lynching lyrics

i fashioned myself as a rationalist but even i cannot reason with grief and seasonal flu. my king always striving to deny me a day off where i don't feel guilty. if our sad little grotto had a motto it would be, "it's not good...it's taking liberties". i strain to understand the alge-brain as he mutters "for f**s sake" at my umpteenth bathroom break. you can tell a storms-a-brewing when he co*ks his head..and he asks how you doing. it was spoken like a true rogue who's stricken with trickledown megalomania. on my return they said "how are you doing?" i said "i am the yellow leaf over a storm drain bubbling." between painted breezeblock walls you either swagger or you can crawl. a job well done is no longer enough, you must eliminate yourself and prove your love. operation nowhere is now a no-go is now a-go-go. offer your wife and kids to the logo. he strides into the alcove and demands a bottle of the tears of aristotle. you may not be plato but you are not playdoh you are men. you are not playdoh you are men.