Blasphemy

The Egyptians built their pyramids
The Romans did what they did
Now everythings come down to this
Its just you and I, our kin!!!We could send a million to the moon
But why cant I get on with you?
Cellophane around my mouth
Stops the anger sipping outOur deaf and dumb dinners
Gravy in the mud
No singles, just fillers
Sometimes I wish I could
But I cant behaveI know its not the heathen in me
Its just that Ive been bleeding lately,
Internally
Dont turn to me,
Bite your tongue, the torrid weapon
You could learn a useful lessonWhats so great about the Great Depression
Is it a blast for you?
BlasphemyWords cut like a knife throughVaseline
You cant really mean what you mean
When you say what you say
So tourettes make them come out that way,
Wish I was here well I wish you werent
Your gift of angers better burnt
If nothings said then nothings learnt
I though I wasnt but Im really hurtingOur deaf and dumb dinners,
Theres gravy in the mud
And I cant behave
No, its not the heathen in me
Its just that Ive been bleeding lately,
InternallyDont turn to me
Bite my tongue, the torrid weapon
We could learn a useful lesson
Whats so great about the Great Depression
Was it a blast for you,
BlasphemyA great adventure Christmas in the snow
Senile Dementia maybe, what a way to go
I can't behave
I know its not the heathen in me
Its just that Ive been bleeding lately,
Internally
So turn to me
Bite your tongue, your torrid weapon
We could learn a useful lesson
In a greatness great depression
Its not a blast for me,
Its blasphemy