Oh Samantha!(A Snake With No Legs I)Oh Samantha, you take elevated risks like epileptic fits, that's why you stayed at home in the fall, Oh Samantha, you worked minimum wage, then they moved you on up to a bigger cage, but it's 10.15 an hour just to feel small, what do you have that can't be taken by somebody else? what do you have that you can call your own? what do you have that you've earned? and what have you just sat and watched burned? you took these things, you put them in an urn, and pretend that they are not your own, I knew a girl who was loaded up like a luggage carriage, and she left for the summer, and I stay here trapped like in a loveless marriage, with another, I knew her then and I know her better now, she says she can love, but she doesn't know how, but Samantha, you could never be her, Oh Samantha, you are a violent coast, always swelling up inside, like a militia in repose, just waiting for a reason to die, Oh Samantha, CUT OFF YOUR LEGS! YOU DON'T NEED'EM! CUT OFF YOUR LEGS! JUST GIVE'EM A TRIM! CUT OFF YOUR LEGS! YOU DON'T NEED'EM! STAY PUT! OBLIVIOUS TO WHIM!

Elephant March(Shake Your Head, You Virgin Leopard) We will ride into the city upon elephants, and the kingdom will follow close behind, well you and me, we'll make blind men see, then KICK OUT THEIR FUCKING KNEES! WE DON'T NEED THEIR KIND! NO we don't need to see where we're going, we don't need to know what's ahead, the colts will still trail in pairs, and god will lead us where we're led, so shake your head you virgin leopard, don't be something you know, be something you can forget, shake your virgin head, shake your virgin head, (From the scripture) your sister was a harlot-she painted her flesh scarlet-she didn't wear petticoats-it was fishnets and a green slip, (To a comet) you are a creature, I long to master, but that I don't have the courage, to even chase after, there were two weeks of summer, now it's raining again, the cloud cover's running curtains to mountains, and when I'm standing, it feels like I am stumbling, and when I'm walking, it feels like I'm listing, and I had a dream that I was at your mother's funeral, though I wasn't that day, I wasn't that day, and you were looking down with your eyes all full, of things you can't say, OH JOSIAH! OH JOSIAH! what kind of god would take her? what kind, the one we've got, and he had psalms coming right out of his palms, he said they were songs, but they sounded wrong, the chorus was repetitive and the bridge ran too long, so shake your virgin head, shake your virgin head, SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE YOUR VIRGIN HEAD!

This Horse Isn't Dead Yet! This horse isn't dead yet, I will ingest my own crucifix, build a better sacrilege, your god is a tiny god, he's the size of a hair, he lives in an atom, he's a helix in pairs, and you parade around like you're Maxwell's Demon, like you can get everything for nothing, I made a point to know me, if you wanna win a war you gotta know the enemy, but I'm your friend, put down the pen, and threaten me with something, that you can't pretend, I start and stutter, like an engine underwater, like a machine with pneumonia, oh ghost brother PLEASE. like a jamb (a ledge?), go to mother in knees, a tether, a branch, or a bridge? the stars are just stars, not eyes or souls or headlights or metaphors, so what murder do you mimic? what fallen angel are you? you don't have the finesse to be the morning star, so I guess your best will have to do

A Rex For Every Hannibal(A Snake With No Legs II) A walk, a scream, the shred of seams, a slow push off of ready beams, rafters weaved supporting things (king?), charred remains of mortar teams teem, joined big walls trapping kings, "I'll be your queen, if you'll be my king, I'll be your dream, if you'll be my waking", I'll be the queen, I'll be the queen, Aimee, you go and be the queen, the stutter stop of clasping hands, grasping plans on the flapping brands, on the flesh of our family animals, a mesh of four Hannibals, a Rex of poor violent hand holds, and withheld winks in stabbed out eyes, and every chink in every side, THERE'S A REX FOR EVERY HANNIBAL! another black heart for you to put on your mantle (so dramatic!), you're an okay person, but a pretty shitty angel, and you don't have the braves, to go the way to be a devil, THERE'S A REX FOR EVERY HANNIBAL! you slit your wrists, you called it a dowry, you took the risk, you said for the love of me, but oh actor, you are always either fight or flight, you gotta aim for the head, or lay tame in the night! the trumpets don't sound! but the kingdom has answers! I know you like I know a church, a baptism and a drowning have the same sting to wicked things, and I know you like I know a church, oh Aimee, don't you know that there's a Rex for every Hannibal? Oh Aimee don't you know? Oh Aimee don't you know? That bad things go with bad things, the bad way that things go? And Aimee you are burning too bright, the sun (son?) will get jealous and end you despite, your zealous attempts to feel right, that overshadow yourself, until it's not worth the fight, AND THOUGH AIMEE, YOU MIGHT BURN LIKE THE SUN, BUT YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY ONE, WHO IS BURNING TO STAY ALIVE, THOUGH YOU MIGHT BURN LIKE THE SUN, YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY ONE, WHO IS DYING JUST TO SURVIVE