Misconception I can't see in all directions Because although I'm a recluse That doesn't mean I have eight eyes Or legs, or other spider things But my words are venom Used to paralyze my victims And ensnare them in my web of deceit Misdirection Review your skewed perception My forked tongue speaks in circles But I don't walk on my belly Or shed my skin But my words are venom Used to paralyze my victims So I can swallow them whole and store them in my belly Misinterpretation Take another look at my skin I might smile like a Cheshire cat But that tea is getting to you A very merry unbirthday to you My words are venom Used to dispose of my victims Deception and subterfuge are the tools of our species And that's a fucking shame

That coffee in the morning sure wakes me up But I can't start my day without a cigarette And I'd like to say I get to bed by counting sheep But I need a few beers or a shot to get to sleep Did I drink too much last night? No, I drink too much every night I drink too much I don't drink enough I'd like to order a soda or tea with lunch But they've got too many taps and it's a dollar off wells So I finish my food, I've had a beer and one shot But I can't finish my meal without cigarette Did I drink too much last night? No, I drink too much every night I drink too much I don't drink enough They say I'm gonna drink myself into an early grave But is it really a problem if it's something you don't crave? The problem isn't the alcohol, why can't you see? The only problem here is me Did I drink too much last night? No, I drink too much every night I drink too much I don't drink enough

The holes in my hands and the holes in my feet The thorns in my head and the spear in my side Stigmata Stigmat-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

I've been praying all night that the Lord would come And give me the courage to kind of rise above The ailments of every day life that come to burden me Well I pray that the Lord would send his Spirit to me 'Cause when the Spirit gets in me and I'm as bold as a bear I can speak my mind around anyone and not even care Won't care what people think of my ideas and my thoughts 'Cause when the Spirit gets in me it comes in pints and draughts I try to look at the bright side of things, people call that optimism But my glass is half full of gin and I think that's called alcoholism And even if it were half empty I think it would diagnosed the same But I could care less about the glass as long as the Spirit was in the thing 'Cause when the Spirit gets in me and I'm as might as a lion I can speak my mind around anyone and not worry about lyin' Won't care what people think of my ideas and my thoughts 'Cause when the Spirit gets in me it comes in bottles and shots The Lord he will come through He'll send the Spirit to you And if you're still not convinced of the powers above Just come and have a drink with me and I'll show you the Lords love 'Cause when the Spirit gets in me and I'm as drown as a fish I'll look up at the sky and ask the Lord for one last wish My mind will be more clear than anyone might have thought And I'll ask the Lord to spare some change 'cause I spent my last dollar on that 40 I just bought 'Cause when the Spirit gets in me and I'm as strong as a horse I'll know that things can't get very much worse Won't care what people think of my ideas and my thoughts 'Cause when the Spirit gets in me it comes in pints and shots and 40s and draughts And lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of beer

I am a wretched wretch retching A sobbing sleep deprived sap Maybe that's a little rhetoric But it's true to my nature in fact Because I am forever alone It's not that everyone leaves me, I drive them away Eternally hiding in my room Dying inside more and more each day I'm the only company I have because I'm a recluse A mirror is the self loathing narcissists only muse So I sit at home everyday wondering why If winter is coming, then why can't I? And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad That when I'm masturbating It's the best love that I've had