1. 9:02 On Flight 182

A one eighty-two, Lindbergh tower
Traffic twelve o'clock – one mile, a Cessna
Okay we had it there a minute ago
One eighty-two, roger
I think he's passed off to our right
How far you gonna to take your downwind one eighty-two?
Company traffic is waiting for departure
Probably about three to four miles
Okay
PSA one eighty-two, cleared to land
One eighty-two's cleared to land

Tower, we're going down, this is PSA
Okay, we'll call the equipment for ya

It is September twenty-fifth of nineteen seventy eight
Though just eleven years old, I won't forget the date
Can't forget the date
Just an American morning, I'm a kid in class
Suddenly and horribly, a massive crash

To the windows every one of us, we jump and run – we jump and run
And witness the disaster that has just begun – has just begun
A little Cessna we see falling – like a leaf it's spinning 'round
And a 727's streaking right to the ground

The passenger jet is spewing fire and smoke
Not a single soul aboard believes there's any hope
Not a single hope
45 degrees downward, and 50 to the right
The plane is headed toward the earth at the speed of flight

Not a few seconds have happened since horizon ate the plane
I see a mushroom cloud arise, the black smoke signals pain
Just a mile away in the direction of my home
If it landed on my house or not is one of the unknowns

144 people have just died where I live
At 9:02 on Flight 182
When a 727 and a 172
Managed to miss each other's field of view

A hot day has turned to hell
A horror I can't unsee
Forever in my memory
Major – a massive scale
Disaster – has come to me
The landing ends in tragedy

Superman was screaming when he lost his head
Not until he hit the car was he finally dead
Another man found in a kitchen still buckled in
But most are mutilated beyond recognition
As if a butcher shop exploded all that it could
Human flesh and organs strewn about the neighborhood
Ten thousand three hundred, the body parts that were ripped
Every one of them was bagged and tagged, zipped and shipped

Then the spattered blood on stuccoed homes turned brown that afternoon
And flesh and clothing in the trees remained past evening's moon
Though now more than three decades past the friendly skies aflame
The impact on my outlook formed the man that I became

144 people had died where I lived
At 9:02 on Flight 182
When a 727 and a 172
Managed to miss each other's field of view

Wreckage of the Cessna landed just down the street
From where I lived there on Polk Avenue
500 yards away the carnage of unspeakable gore
Left my mind forever twisted askew

2. By The Brundlefly

A decimation at the molecular level
Teleportation of the human man
In reformation, it feels inherently purging
My declaration of being all I can

I went through like a baboon
Was a stutter, a hiccup, an interruption
Was I improved?
My physical life just slightly dislocated
By the Brundlefly

No a viral contagion – Epidemic of only one
In revelation, I finally know what it wants
Personification of two wholes joined in unison
Unification of Diptera and man

Has something joined with me?
Or am I just diseased?
Can you help me please? Help me!

Wanting to be free, I made a dying me
No more purify – Cannot trust in

By the Brundlefly

3. Blood Eagle

Pouring forth like locusts upon the shores
Neither peasants nor king were duly warned
Verdicts without judgment, no criminals they
We leave them all but empty, 'cept their vertebrae

Objects of our hatred, amount to nothing more
No pity on their station, be they nobles or whores
Lands and homes are plundered well
And felled with mindless rage
Then comes the unthinkable
We break into their cage

My torture performed – Their backs reformed
My torture performed – Leaving corpses deformed
I quickly cut away the ribs from your spine
And ripping out your lungs
And prove the victory mine
Killing every citizen like an abattoir swine
Ah, the blood eagle – 'Tis my notorious rite

Happened upon a troubadour, and spare him I did
To write of all my glory – Told him "nothing's forbid"
Immoral to immortalized, my legend will live
So I'll never be forgotten, and I never forgive

Blades sketch the wings before you die
Your skin is peeled away
Excavation of your brawn, I carve latissimi
With the ease of a fine filet
Your ribs are broken out and leave a great divide
I watch your lungs inflate with the final breath of life

My torture performed – Their backs reformed
My torture performed – Leaving corpses deformed
My torture performed – Their backs reformed
My torture performed – Leaving corpses deformed
I quickly cut away the ribs from your spine
And ripping out your lungs
And prove the victory mine
Killing every citizen like an abattoir swine
Invader kills inferiors like a judgment hand divine
Warring every father's son
The family's soul consigned
Ah, the blood eagle – 'Tis my notorious rite

4. Debt To Me

Dearth of life but no scarcity of scars
The walking dead are living life behind bars
Cellular imprisonment – an ocean of black
Confinement sdolitary like a whip on the back
A cituzen of cement and of iron and sin
When anything that can be is used as a weapon
Condemnation by a jury, but not one of them peers
Counting breaths and hours
The days, the months, and the years

Writing letters with no one to send them to
Confessing wrongs done with none to hear
I am forgotten by all but my zookeeper
Dignity gone
But there's nowhere for the rest of me to go

You locked me away to think about what I've done
But I can't stop thinking 'bout what I will do to you
Society will pay its debt to me

Tried as an adult because the DA's tough on crime
Took away his innocence – No child left behind
Despair and hopelessness – No key there is to find
Existence only bitterness, 'cause calendars don't lie

Persecution at the hands of a guard
Electrocutioner has a cattle prod
Pepper sprayed without mercy and multiply tazed
Exploited, hated, in brutal ways
Savaged by dogs, and chemically burned
The restraints, the stun guns, they are all for torture
Bloodstained dungeons
Are for men called the phage
Lost humanity in an animal's cage

Writing letters with no one to send them to
Confessing wrongs done with none to hear
I am forgotten by all but my zookeeper
Dignity gone
But there's nowhere for the rest of me to go

You locked me away to think about what I've done
But I can't stop thinking 'bout what I will do to you
Society will pay its debt to me

You locked me away to think about what I've done
But I can't stop thinking 'bout what I will do to you
Society will pay its debt to me

5. An Ideal Opportunity

Blinded
By chemicals
Coming from inside me
Black clouds
Of darkness
Oppressive and hovering – oh no

Overcome
By depression
I'm a walking fatality
Crushing
Can barely move
I don't have the strength to scream

Enveloped by a force, I have no control
Consciousness of mine works against me
My brain screams
"Suicide! Suicide! Suicide!"
And it seems like an ideal opportunity

Worthlessness, abandonment
An orphan of all humanity
Quicksand from which there is no escape

Misfired
Connections
Inside my brain

There is no more hope for me
Than there is hope for any human being

Nothing can be right at all
It cannot be corrected
Doubled over
The pain it hurts in nonexistence

Enveloped by a force, I have no control
Consciousness of mine works against me
My brain screams
"Suicide! Suicide! Suicide!"
And it seems like an ideal opportunity
And it seems like an ideal opportunity
And it seems like an ideal opportunity

6. Eaten By A Bear

Now that she's old enough to drive
Just finished school, made it through alive
Her and dad think a fishing trip
Perfect the spot will it just hit
As they thought, a perfect day
Laughing, fishing, and river spray
Also on the prowl, brown bear
And three cubs ravenous were searching there

Daddy went back for the fishing pole
Forgotten, left behind, how could they ever know?
She bit off more than she could ever chew
But they would eat her whole
With far too much adieu

Please don't eat me – Got too much life in me
Can you hear me?
Dammit mom, would you pick up?
They killed daddy
Broken neck, skull was smashed
Right there before me
Last thing he taught was life is rough

Now children, this is the uterus – They are delicious
Save the kidneys for your mother
Save the kidneys for me

What else you gonna do
But use your cell to call your mom
When ursa has you pinned down to the ground?
Might as well do something
While they're gnawing on your bones
Will mom's machine pick up the chewing sounds?

Momma, I'm being eaten by a bear
Momma, please answer my call
But you aren't there

A head in her face that's two feet wide
Muzzle's wind of humanicide
Deafening roar, only bears can make
A dinner bell for a life to take

Daddy went back for the fishing pole
Forgotten, left behind, how could they ever know?
She bit off more than she could ever chew
But they would eat her whole
With far too much adieu

And she said
Please don't eat me – Got too much life in me
Can you hear me?
Dammit mom, would you pick up?
They killed daddy
Broken neck, skull was smashed
Right there before me
Leaving you a message as I'm eaten up

Three voice mails from my only child
I listen for an hour with the three compiled
The messages are endless only in my dreams
Mom the bear is eating me, she cried with...

Daddy went back for the fishing pole
Forgotten, left behind, how could they ever know?
She bit off more than she could ever chew
But they would eat her whole
With far too much adieu

Momma, I'm being eaten by a bear
Momma, I'm calling for you but you aren't there

7. Wretched Old Mildred

Dressed in black in the outside world
But spotless white in the cage
Steely eyes staring down opposition
Mona Lisa smile barely masks her rage

Tyrant cold, sadistic ways – Corruption of authority
Her power's absolute
Won't you come on through?

Wretched old Mildred
Wicked Nurse Ratched

Capriciously revokes every privilege
Anytime that she is made displeased
Holding every hostage from your cigarettes
To all your food and even toiletries

Now circle 'round for therapy
When humiliation brings humility
Discussion leader dictatorship's the rule

Wretched old Mildred
Wicked Nurse Ratched

Medication time is here – Now take your Thorazine
From this witch dresses as a nurse
As if – as if for Halloween
Medication time is here – I will do as I am told
I never knew the devil's hands could be
Could be so cold

Tyrant cold, sadistic ways – Corruption of authority
Her power's absolute – you won't be leaving soon

Wretched old Mildred
Wicked Nurse Ratched

Dressed in black in the outside world
But spotless white in the cage
Steely eyes staring down opposition
Mona Lisa smile barely masks her rage

She's a wretched old Mildred
Wretched old Mildred, wretched old Mildred
Wicked Nurse Ratched

8. A Thousand Reasons I Hate You

I hate the way you look at me
And I hate the way you blink
I hate the way you talk too much
And I hate the way you think
I hate the way you trim your beard
And I hate your whiny voice
I don't care if you live or die
But death would be my choice

I hate the way you chew your food
And I hate the way you dress
I hate the way you must intrude
With stories from the distant past

There are a thousand reasons I hate you
Your life has been too long
There are a thousand reasons I hate you
There's not a single thing I see in you
That isn't wrong

Hate isn't a strong enough word
Emotion is far too extreme

There are a thousand reasons I hate you
Your life has been too long
There are a thousand reasons I hate you
There's not a single thing I see in you
That isn't wrong

I don't have enough middle fingers for you (4x)

There are a thousand reasons I hate you
Your life has been too long
There are a thousand reasons I hate you
There's not a single thing I see in you
That isn't wrong

And I wonder what goes on inside his head

I am leaving and I am dying
But not a one of you will care at all
And in a short time, yes? No, even shorter
I will wonder if you can recall
What my name was, why I died

Will you know you could have changed it all
When you ignored me, ignored me to death?
I was suffocated in this wall you built around me
When you ignored me to death

There are a thousand reasons I hate you
Your life has been too long
There are a thousand reasons I hate you
There's not a single thing I see in you
That isn't wrong

9. Helen Behind The Door

I must have been asleep
Then awakened by a silver light
Which was reflected
From the blade of an unfriendly knife
Slowly the opening begins to close
And I see her there in a puppet-like pose

Haunting, she has been stalking me
With that yellow stare of her simplicity
The boxer's grin with the smell of peat
Reeling and she's feeling that she must complete

Behind the door I'm seeing Helen
Helen behind the door
She's wanting more because she thinks I'm heaven
Helen behind the door

Dawn of the dead, her zombied gait
A woman's embrace, yet hell awaits
A countenance full of loving hate
The wedding day, joining knife and mate

Caressing the air with playful glee
And that eerie yellow stare of her simplicity
All the while she's been careening to me
This deadly, shapely enemy

Behind the door I'm seeing Helen
Helen behind the door
She's wanting more because she thinks I'm heaven
Helen behind the door

A defective machine (psycho psycho)
'Cause her brain's not whole (might be retarded)
Follows routine (rain man)
Any changes take their toll (payin' when it started)
Enjoying the obscene (animal animal)
She acts on instinct
And I'm caught (o God, o God)
I'm caught in between

How'd she get into my room?
And why can't I a muscle move?
Who will find the spattered scene?
Who will even think it was the beauty serene?

Behind the door I'm seeing Helen
Helen behind the door
She's wanting more because she thinks I'm heaven
Helen behind the door

The knife sinks deep into my chest

10. Burning From Within

Eight hour hibernation
In a deep trance to lay
Brain sedation causes
Existence on a different plane
A body which is evil
Inside deserves to burn
Subconscious cremation
Dreaming through the final day

Blitzkrieg erosion
Body fluids evaporate
Carbon ash replaces
Moist and mortal flesh
Intestinal eruption
Brittle bones splinter and break
Corpse remaining falls
Floor and form will mesh

Flesh dripping flames
Pain so intense
Cone of stench by name
Multiplying cells
Divide and ignite
Like a cancer aflame

Burning
Burning
Burning

Burning
Burning
Burning

Somnolence is ended
Or maybe lasts eternally
Body to ashes, ashes to dust
What once were eyes now cannot see
A soul of goodness in a man insane
Fair play about to turn
Finally took the only way out
The brain the last to burn