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Infinite Zero
Martin Freebase

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We lie at the uppermost Past the overlays Hovering the watch

On a stretch of empty staircase Losing our hope Wrinkled hours of escape

We start again Sinister deeds between us No mercy for bolted doors

Every time into the gutter Lucky for us, no one was counting Disintegrating your euphemistic signal

All those valueless things

I burned your Pentateuch to stay warm It was a well bribed justice

Counting your fingers and toes Making sure you didnt sell them For that gun-toting mob

It was a systematic-wide love Made the system crash Another gun pointed at your head

My dimes donated for the dodging light We all need a foot soldier Double deals for the troubadour

You were a spy when I first met you Dissolving that something inside The price you put on my head

I could never see you as a beggar This laugh of mine loves the utmost Tumbling always with my sin

Another lie I tell myself About you and about me Covering the logos with my hat

Feeble attempts at exorcism Asking you crazy questions With my splattered brains

Trying to convince you of my sincerity When your god steals my rib Another time I am used for the government (posted on blogger martin freebase)

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This time I mean it I promise to never lie again Especially when I kiss you

My gun is loaded with a bullet for you I know I have missed you so many times before This time I wont miss

I swallow one more pill of indoctrination Waiting for the genie to pop out of the bottle These tracks I follow to nowhere

At lest we go there together Whether it is heaven or hell Pasting your secrets in the back of the book

Where the answers are held

There are no answers for me Only for you

It is really me that you hate And not yourself As you tell the television priest over the phone

He only wants your money And god wants your soul And I want your body

The curves of betrayal I consider being so precious Hang up the phone

Put your credit card away Ugly as the next block The next stranger with a knife in their back

We have seen it all Strolling under your window Temptation is a lonely heart

I have shifted my center of gravity To match your rhythm That big spider in your room

The glass is looking through you And I break it every time My luck has no father (posted on blogger)

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I have given you half of my devotion The rest I donated to the Salvation Army I penetrate your nucleus

As you wait for another bang Dish liquid and gasoline in your soda bottle I have stolen your eyes

Selling your this shoebox salvation You deserve to be tied and beaten I have spelled it out so often

Another tantrum on the floor You kicking and scream While I build another golden calf

You call the doorman And deliver your commandments Wrapping you in aluminum foil

I remember when your eyes were so green I will never be in love with you

Not when your sisters treat me to their pie

They call me Rasputin And dance naked in front of me When you are off to work

It is the pills that make this all tolerable My tongue heavy and stiff Your eyes rotating in heaven

You speak in tongues As I draw the lines across the mirror Together we kill the white witch

I am addicted to your attributions As each part is extracted And weighed on the scale

Speak into the microphone

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Tell them all how you once was a star On Broadway and my dinner table (posted on blogger)

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Ah, this seems so familiar Perpetuating the wonderful I am engulfed by your fantasy

There is nothing real about it Making it happen in your own mind I cant just live inside your mind

There is a switch in your mind that gets turned off And you become all thumbs and toenails Ive got relatives living there

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This aint no American dream Living with your cheating heart As it hangs on the wall next to my 12 point buck

I listen to your stories And the words go round and round Inside and outside

Painful muscle contractions Giving you this several years before Unable to be determined by the doctors

Controlling your creative energies Something you can hear any day Changing our realities

Shape shifting forms It has all become plastic There are no absolutes

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I try to convince you of the possibilities But you are stuck in your philosophy Still living in 1969

I have thrown away my inspirations Burned the pamphlets and your psalms Yet, you keep coming back with a vengeance

(posted on blogger)