The Gods are up above us in their towers in the sky They are looking down from heaven while us little people die From thrones of gold and glory now they issue this decree Sacrifice yourself or else you'll never be happy but I say: It's okay to fall from Grace It's okay to lose your place in the line It's okay to fall from Grace when grace means keeping face While your whole soul is slowly torn out of your body Just to keep a dying God alive See the true believer oh so pure and white and clean They are armed with God's good blessing and extended magazines Oblivious and furious they holler and they scream: "Get back to work you lazy fool, you've got to make ends meat", but I say: It's okay to fall from Grace It's okay to lose your place in the line It's okay to fall from Grace when grace means keeping face While your whole soul is slowly torn out of your body Just to keep a dying God alive A little longer Mourning Star you've traveled oh so very far across the sky When you rebelled and then you fell I wonder if you knew why But even angels change sometimes They learn and grow and change their minds When their survival is at stake And then they're thrown into the fire The Gods are up in heaven and it's us who hold them there Whether willing or indignant we maintain their golden chairs And in return they keep us ignorant of what we're worth But we are not the Sons of God we are the Children of the Earth so I say: It's okay to fall from Grace It's okay to lose your place in the line It's okay to fall from Grace when grace means keeping face While your whole soul is slowly torn out of your body Like you have no other choice than to rejoice While your whole life is rotting away I'm not the first to say it's not okay the way we're forced to Sacrifice our Selves It's okay to fall from Grace It's okay to lose your place in the line It's okay to fall from Grace when grace means keeping face While your whole soul is slowly torn out of your body Just to keep a dying God alive

In the middle of the Midwest there's a town And all its stores are shutting down On every corner they've got Videogame Poker Where all of your friends Like trends or ships they come and go Atop the awful violent flow of cash to the upper class Through dead-end jobs and title loans But who am I to say This town is fucking lame I'm just another shut-in By now I bet there's enough of us That if we made a fuss Something may just happen Honey, don't hold your breath Or you'll pass out You may be missing what this town is all about So sit back down And find yourself some shiny new way to escape Anything will do if it might get you through The rest of your day And in the morning you say: Who can even say What will come our way When we meet tomorrow? Well I bet I fucking can And let me tell you man It isn't hard to follow 'Cuz nothing ever happens in this town It's like a giant merry-go-round Around we go to show each other We can last just one more week You can try to do your best Or start a stupid band like all the rest of us But sooner or later this town you will hate her You just wait and see Is it just me or does it seem Like maybe following our dreams Should earn us more than just bed sores or poverty Is something wrong with all of us or is it just society Failing to meet our needs is human beings? 'Cuz I don't even know, oh, why I try to get ahead Most days when I wake up I just wish that I was dead But wishes don't come true here in this down They will only fill you up and drag you down, down, down It's such a shame they named this city what they did 'Cuz for a while now that spring's been shot And the field is just and empty lot Where all the poor kids go to watch things rot away Springfield, we are running out of luck Why not stick another buck into that slot machine just Press the button Watch the screen Springfield, we're down to one last time And pretty soon we're going to find We wasted all our time We wasted all our time

I don't sleep right I just roll around at night I don't think right My mind it wonders endless paths and I I don't feel right When I look into the mirror I don't look right That face I see it doesn't appear clearly But I should be grateful that I'm alive Born in a place where I can strive to be the Best I should be grateful that I am Free like a fish in the sea Like a fish who is trapped in a Discarded grocery bag I don't live right The things that I'm supposed to want They don't seem right Like a hidden snare where I'm about to step A house in the suburbs A perfect lawn, a picket fence A family who suffers Alone together, never will they know Why they feel so damn Incomplete But they should be grateful that they're alive Born in a place where they can strive to be the Best They should be grateful that they are Free like the birds in the sky And they're gonna die when they choke on some Discarded cigaret smoke And they'll wheeze: "Oh Mother please, Forgive us for what we've done We've killed and reaved And oh it was so much fun But now those seeds we didn't sew We were so taken aback when they didn't grow" We say we don't know why People act the way they do But that is a lie we tell to get by While we hide from the truth 'Cuz we're all afraid We live on the edge of uncertainty Oh, to be alive in a time where it's so hard to hide From those creatures we could have been If not for the myth of original sin But we should be grateful that we're alive Born in a place where we can strive to be the Best We should be grateful that we are Free like the worms in the dirt And our bodies they hurt Poison surrounds us Blindly we follow We dig and we burrow Familiar poison seems Safe

Come all ye faithful who lift a cross of love I bare an urgent message though it's not from God above Now you may not like the Devil but they are sending me this song to warn you If you don't do something soon your Jesus will be gone I said if you don't do something soon you Jesus will be gone Satan sees a creature hanging high upon a cross Its skin is pale and perfect and its eye are dead and lost The preacher who has pinned it there is slingin' seeds of gold The Profit Prophet smiles while he prays upon the old The Profit Prophet smiles while he prays upon the old Now Satan hears a whisper from some 80 years ago When Moody was a fool who left his flock unto a Crow And the Fire In The Field he left only bur and thorn Your Jesus has been dying since the corporate Christ was born Your Jesus has been dying since the corporate Christ was born But when that bastard came to be, boy, who can really say I heard he paid the price of all those nice white people buying slaves And the Native Folk they new him well He stole their land, sent them to Hell That's countless human souls to tell That 'aint the Christ you serve Start practicing those words And what about the witches and the muslims and the gays All burned and beat and stoned to death yes all in Jesus name If it were up to me I'd like to see your Bible up in flames But Beelzebub is kinder so your Jesus she will save And Satan says to save him then you must retrace your steps To peer into the past it doesn't call for spell nor hex But hurry now you sleepin' soul you oughtn't linger long Because if you don't do somethin' soon your Jesus will be gone I said if you don't do something soon your Jesus will be gone Come all ye faithful who lift a cross of love Should you have the ears to hear then hear this song we've sung You may spurn the great accuser but I swear upon their names: Should you taste the fruit before you You will never be the same You will see your God in heaven You'll be filled with dread and fear Look how the angels sing his glory 'Cuz it's all he wants to hear This God of gold and gaslights The whole Earth trembles at His name Should you taste the fruit before you You will never be the same

Across from a park at the edge of a town A Child is playing with dirt on the ground Although back at their house they've got plenty of toys It makes them feel weird and they can't stand the noise of those Other two people who live in the home They may be together but they're all alone And they're sick of each other, but more of themselves Though neither may know it The Child can tell So across from a park they are digging a hole 'Cuz they need to build something that looks like their soul Across from a park they are digging a hole It's deep enough now for those part of their soul They can't keep anymore; it hurts them too much To be shamed for those things others lean upon crutches to Keep from their minds Avoiding the times They've trades their pieces for nickels and dimes And the Child reminds them the sadness inside them It doesn't get better It chokes and it blinds them So across from a park at the edge of a town They are breaking their heart They are casting it down Watch how the pieces are turning and churning around In the depths of the Earth there are discarded spirits abound Pink ballet slippers and tears which were cried Over feelings of wrongness while not knowing why Coalesce in the form of some terrible demon With horns like the Devil it's dressed up all queer And there's pity And shame In its eyes as it Rises up from the depths Opens its mouth and says: Child, I see you Someday I will be you again Oh, the lessons we'll learn And those bridges we'll burn before then So start searching in vein for those things hidden here I will see you again in just twenty some years I will see you again I will be you again Now I've got a shovel; I am digging a hole The dirt is my darkness, the Earth is my soul I have grown out my horns I am dressing real sharp And I've built a time machine out of my heart If we don't do the work and relearn how to see We'll be trapped here in heaven We'll never be free So across from a park at the edge of a town I lost something once And now I'll see it found

Back in the day, I mean way way back Before kings and queens and gold and that Which changed the way we see ourselves And one another We evolved in accordance with each other We evolved in accordance with each other We roamed the world from place to place Our ancestors; the human race We learned how to sew our seeds where we stayed The Earth had never known the things we made The Earth had never known the things we made And when we feel alive It's like a spring welling up inside our hearts; Those vital parts we forged in ancient times It's the sound of the rain; the toil of our hands It is sharing our deepest pain with those we trust It's what we must do to survive It is everything we do To feel alive One day a man, we'll call him Jack He lost something he just couldn't get back No matter how hard he tried it was all in vein And our friend Jack was cursed to share his pain Yes, our friend Jack was cursed to share his pain So Jack set out to fill that void He screwed and he lied; he tricked and exploited Both friend and foe though he didn't know The difference between the two Hurt humans hurt humans, it's just what hurt humans will do Hurt humans hurt humans, it's just what hurt humans will do We see things and children We grow up; we do them We make our excuses The cycle resumes and Hurt humans hurt humans hurt humans It's just what hurt humans will do When we cannot feel alive No matter how hard we try to fill that void inside It aches for what we can't provide So we turn to the things the Children of Jack Have been stacking up at our door Riches and war Baubles and games Fortune and fame Seeing our names written in lights It's everything we've been told we need To feel alive Now things are looking rather strange Today we sell our life our pain to satiate the void in broken men Tomorrow we will do it all again Tomorrow we will do it all again Oh, when will we be like humans? Not scared to play; not chopped and screwed and bound to do what we have done so far We'll take off our masks And when anyone asks how we are We'll have more to say than: Oh, ya know, I'm fine Just hittin' that grind I want my friends to feel alive again 'Cuz when we feel alive It's like a spring welling up inside our hearts Those vital parts we forged in ancient times It's the sound of the rain; the toil of our hands It is sharing our deepest pain with those we trust It's what we must do to survive It is everything we do To feel alive

If you are acting like a Karen And the corner store is staring While the clerk is looking like they want to die If you think the burger flipper Oughta' keep on gettin' sicker While you gobble up your soda, shake, and fries If you're certain seven dollars Is enough to make an hour And the folks who disagree are dumb and wrong If you're hoarding rental houses While your neighbors sleep in boxes It's for you I wrote this stupid little song Go fuck yourself (Go fuck yourself) I wouldn't wish you on another I 'aint buying what you sell So barring genuine remorse You bet I'll beat this rotten horse Go fuck yourself I'll see you when we're both in hell If you're a rotten politician Sympathizing with sedition And you're whistling a tune to bigot hounds If you're calling the police 'Cuz it disturbs your precious peace To see another human being who is poor, or black, or brown If you are hellbent on insisting All the folks who are resisting Ought to do it in a way that makes you smile I'm afraid you're too far gone So I wrote you this little song And when I sing it all I taste is stomach bile Go fuck yourself (Go fuck yourself) I wouldn't wish you on another I 'aint buying what you sell So barring genuine remorse You bet I'll beat this rotten horse Go fuck yourself I'll see you when we're both in hell Now, I 'aint perfect; I'm often wrong I make mistakes; I wrote this song It's almost done now; thank fucking God I will be far away from you But first let's finish signaling All of this awesome virtue If you're a serious contender For "biological gender" Or you're telling random women they should smile If you say you turned out fine With pa whipping yer' behind And now you use it as an excuse to keep smackin' round your child If you've been set in your same ways for so damn long It seems like everyone is wrong except for you There's probably nothing I can do to change your mind And I'd rather not waste too much of our time So I want you to know That you can go Go fuck yourself (Go fuck yourself) I wouldn't wish you on another I 'aint buying what you sell So barring genuine remorse Or any indication you are willing to look inwardly And understand that your words and actions Have consequences for real-life people Who are just trying to survive in this nightmare world Yeah, barring any of that I guess I'll see you in hell