Lyrics :: Elements of Misery

Nicola Tesla’s
all covered in dirt
And St. Jude got stoned
While fixing his hurt
And everybody’s blue
But the roses are red
That grow wild on
Kurt Cobain’s head
A storm is coming
with voices in the sky
complaining to me
that they can not get high
The archangel he peddles
Porn and gossip so loud
That you can’t hear me
And I’ll have to shout

Chorus
I
Don’t wanna fucking hide
I really gotta fight
The elements of this
Fucking misery


Billions are weeping
Now the ocean is full
You wonder what secrets
I keep in my skull
It’s all in the open
It’s all in your face
Like Marsellus Wallace’
Famed briefcase
Let me call fire
Now down from the sky
To cleanse your wounds
And burn off the lie
The truth is ugly
But someone has to do
What no prophet
Has ever done for you