August 12th, 2002

HTOC

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"The Mortality Complex"

The passionate kiss of a monk on a day
Of mourning, of fading, of passing away
I'm milking the letters and laws to save face
Though the dead do not care of their person's disgrace
I'm rotting and screaming with a mouth that won't talk
Or say words that would steady a boat or a rock

The Mortality Complex is stuck in my mind
And I know we won't solve it
Until we
Find out
Where we belong

In an ocean of people just waiting to die
Just to prove their beliefs and to spit in the eye
Of those left behind who never quite will know
The moments of death and just where we all go
To a garbage dump full of wasted-flesh lives
To a kitchen that's littered with sharp, bloody knives

The Mortality Complex is stuck in my mind
And I know we won't solve it
Until We
Find out
Where we belong

Where integrity's cut to save time and our fuel
Where getting ahead is the goal of the fool
Who has not a clue of the trouble he'll fetch
Who has not a clue that he is such a wretch
On world designed to spin to its death
Powered by a voice just wasting its breath

The Mortality Complex is stuck in my mind
And I know we won't solve it
Until we
Find out
Where we belong