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Ceremony II, III, and IV

ceremony II
...happiness is a warm gun
...happiiinessss is a warmmm gunnn
...happiiinessss issss a warmmm gunnnn, mama!

finding the strength to stroke her
head one last time as the notes in this
song come to a sad close

respectively bodies float round, like
warm water at the base of your feet
we need these things
weeee neeeed these thingggsss

...happiness is a warm gun
jumping from the top, hot smoke
making it's way around the rim
breaking it's point

this, my dear, is life
deal with the taking
the stinging of the heart
the breaking of skin
steam and sweat of sex
vibrations rotating your destiny
this, my dear, is life

or is it?

do you still find yourself questioning!
goooooood...
this is the point....take it
run with it
take it
run in it
break it
run between the legs of it and soak in it's bloooooood
become what the cards say
feed off of the craving

...happiiiiinessss issss a warmmm gunnn
bring it close to the head as thoughts
tell you to do other wise
words become harmful
unnecessary
painful, piercing through the soul
like the long sharp nails on her fingers

realize that everything you want
is right here, speaking your name
softly, while you turn away
while you make careless jokes
while you speak of others
realize that everything you want
issssss right here, before you
realize that it takes time to care
it takes time to open the heart to love

it takes time to find
the happy trigger
to set it all
off.
ceremony III
the simplicity of the
creature mind lingers
like a broken melody

its lost in time like
thoughts of the past are
lost in picture frames,
parading with fake smiles
and fading similies

we forgot how happy feels
weee have forgotten howww happy feeels

shifting into shape shifters, just to
numb the feeling of love
just to numb the feeling enough
to make it disappear before the eyes

we crave the simple things in life,
yet we are not simple
we mame words, butcher them
rape them and make them
complexed

we take away from the vast
holding of fables, the trust that
links us together, this melting
bond
this melting bond
thisssss melting bond
that bond that brings our
bodies to one
to one
2....1.
ceremony IV
you find yourself
crawling once again
like the last time you
found yourself
alone
this time, you are
trigger happy
you have nothing
to gain
nothing to loose
silence gives you
the voice in the
end
shaping you to feel
the deepening
sadnessssss
the blinding pain
that makes you
feeeel that your
skin is
ugly
that your skin
deserves no
love
no emotion
no one touching
the hands you
hold
it closes in on
the heart like
disease takes
over the body
when it weakens
you to the ground
once again, just
to laugh in your
face and point
and say
i told you so!
i would have my way!