Who's been moving the pens? Everything is disturbed ever so slightly And it feels like someone's been fucking around with our minds And the night janitor seems to know more than he says Who's been jingling the keys? Those damn keys, rings in our brains We can't get to sleep. He's taken our peace of mind And the night janitor keeps coming in unannounced What a bastard

"my hand grasps the killing power in Heaven and Earth to behead the evil ones, spare the just, ease the people's sorrow my eyes roam north and west beyond the rivers and the mountains my voice booms east and south to the edge of the sun and the moon with the three foot blade in my hand, I bring peace to the mountains and the rivers all peoples living as one, united in kindness sieze the evil demons and I send them back to Earth and scoop up the last of the evildoers in a heavenly net" -Hong Xiuquan I alone have seen the Heavens, you collected are my kin For in yellow robes and the emperor's face, I see the face of God None of your prophets or thinkers, none of your monarchs, mere men The servants of heavenly grace And i at their helm as the heavenly king, and to lead us to our resting place Bring out the outcast, bring us your poor and your weak Worship these figures no longer for in your ignorance You've insulted the honor and power, the might of divine And if you repent, you may serve our cause To expand on a virtue that's found in each man, and to enforce the natural laws To the world outside these walls, Heaven seems amiss Your people are clever and wise, but your status conflicts So three ships are sent to monitor and fly our noble banner Three ships, the Hermes, The Cassini, and The Susquehanna Do you know our God? Yes, we always have Do you yield your ways? It cannot be done To the world inside these walls, divinity comes alive And if this is not realized, these treaties won't survive So three ships return to their land, opinions are divided And for the cause of the heavenly ones, no assistance is provided Doth Heaven share a common space with Hell? And they both have a space here on Earth? But demons plague us everyday, we try our best to drive them away They curse their fates and then they curse their birth Send my regards to Canton, for it seems I'm not here anymore I will be with you soon, father, brother, my family Beyond Earthly delights and beyond life and death there's a will God's is the China of peace, a China of love My kingdom lies in ruins, as Confucius laughs, I sing At what the dragon demon of the Eastern sea may bring For my name is complete, and my Heaven Taiping

Somewhere outside Indiana is another one just the same with the citizens and the denizens of Gary and Fort Wayne and not a single person has anything to do Homeopathy and jazz are the way the people live and America as a whole exists on an independent plane one that's self-sufficient and builds its own chairs The farmers all are wealthy, and the teachers not on strike And diabetes means eternal life Foreign trade is only brought by interstellar trucks whose drivers get home safely every night the president only controls the west coast The upper class owns K-Mart and office supply and the lower class go to school for math get the 12-gauge, Jimmy, Santa Claus is comin' to town

As I sat and wrote my opera, minutes turned to days but I knew when it was finished they'd all be amazed must have cost a pretty penny to produce in such a way and its meaning and its subtext ensured it will forever play And it doesn't really matter what the critics say as long as people rant and rave they sing my songs and they dance in the street until they themselves are paved As I sat and wrote my opera weeks turned into years but I knew that my melodies would move them all to tears I'll hire only the finest singers who can bring my words to life and musicians who can shear through hearts just like a knife

Clouds, fog, blue in hue, and light as rain tired, hungry, shuffling to the rhythms of the sounds of a day in an electric city Black water, cold fire, and stagnant winds lights, gracing metal landscapes to the sky alive with a flowing electricity No water cleanses, no water sustains never to give life, never to remain and held at the center, a shapeless void with traces of life, long since destroyed Can't deny the progress that the scientific minds bestow upon our world beneath the hollow chambers filling up with ashes, scattered to the breeze we see the cistern Thunder, striking, light up the night and show the path leading east and west, spiral out of the city and a venture moving all across the viscous meadows Meanwhile, Earth is alight and their eyes grow dim South, far south, somewhere the Earth is cracking alive, it cries out for mercy Thrown into a circle, a spiral architecture people sliding downwards, beginning the cycle a ceremony darkly lit for following their base instincts and all our mistakes Water swirls around them, lost beneath the surface rust away the metals, perpetuate the cycle reflected in the water's light, a glimmer of the source of life and it shines through the dawn Elder system becoming charged at the origin, conducting up through the water and into their heads Eats at their insides, destroying hope for the masses, erecting sites in their memory to honor their dead Every spire subverting mass recognition, erodes and drips down the surface where citizens gaze Electing spirits, viewing birth in its true light, expecting someone to rise up and shine through the haze

I want to overpay for a guided tour of your body You can teach me all about the Federalist political party Yes I want to dump my tea into your harbor Celebrate the fourth of July and Arbor Day