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Verse 1: Maggots feast from living flesh Putrefaction while alive Head to toe in piss and shit Caretakers just live their lives It's a slaughter in the delta In the town Slaughter, LA 37-year-old daughter Eating foam and left alone to decay Chorus: Hellhole in the sofa Verse 2: Decade left on La-Z-Boy Flesh eaten from naked ass 96 pounds on her frame Yellowed rot and loss of mass Had a pile of Disney movies Right next to her sofa dregs Now she's just like Ariel Has no voice and now no fucking legs Chorus(x2) Breakdown: On display in the living room Right in plain sight Just because she had some problems Didn't mean she had no rights She was different from her friends But autism don't accelerate If she lived in a different home She might've had a better fate Verse 3: Upstanding the parents' image But the facts, they have emerged They wanted to look like angels But they were the Demiurge Now the girl is in a coffin Once again, the system failed For the crime of being monsters They should be put underneath the jail Chorus(x3) Rotting away!

Verse 1: Psycho killer Picks up his gun It begins again Goes to a school There's a standoff Down in Uvalde 21 dead 18 children Where were the police? They're holding back For an hour At a shooting scene Chorus 1: 21 dead and the cops did nothing 21 dead and the cops did nothing 21 dead and the cops did nothing -Except sit on their asses 21 dead and the cops did nothing -I thought they were from Texas Verse 2: Up on the hill Puffing up chests To score image points Doubling down On their bluster For their constituents But here's the truth: Neither side Will do a goddamn thing Story repeats And I've heard it For just over a score Chorus 2: 21 dead, politics do nothing 21 dead, politics do nothing 21 dead, politics do nothing -There's never been any progress 21 dead, politics do nothing -Well that's why it's called Congress Bridge: And we will care about it for a single week We'll change all our profile pics We'll get involved with a slacktivist campaign Then we'll move on to something else Chorus 3: 21 dead and we all do nothing -Sit on our derrières 21 dead and we all do nothing -Offer our thoughts and prayers 21 dead and we all do nothing -It'll never end 21 dead and we all do nothing -'Cause it'll happen again And again(repeat until end)

Verse 1: All hail our church of blue It never steers us wrong And we are bound to its word It never lies to us It's been entrenched with us And anything else is absurd We'll watch "The Simpsons" 'til It is the end of time We will gladly eat all those turds (more please) All hail Maddow and Carlson They are the voices that we all need Verse 2: Our institutions Preconceived notions They make up the rock of this church We make up our own rules And we call them our laws Holy texts we call our research It doesn't matter if The footage is made up Our holy word won't be besmirched (obey) Settled science, an oxymoron But that's what we continue to say Verse 3: We don't want opinions That contradict our own We want to stay in our bubble We'll try to shut it down Before you say a word Your life will be filled with trouble And if you try to fight Or to apologize Then we will bully you double (toxic) If you appear, then we will say "And we just lost our satellite feed" Amen

Chorus: Follow the bouncing ball Come on and sing along Pogo, mosh, and thrash and bash now Come and sing this song Verse 1: We are a couple kids and we started a band My best friend Lizzep's got a guitar in her hand College girl named Mischa plays the drums and owns the space Drannik, that's me, sings the songs and also plays the bass Chorus Verse 2: We are InterroBang, our music really stinks The oldest member isn't old enough to drink All our friends ran towards the hills, they don't want us to play Freedmont Middle School now wants us all to go away Bridge: Jerri Every, Mischa's friend, has come onstage to thrash With a broken keyboard that she dug up in the trash Chorus

Verse 1: Sitting on the corner, a cup on the ground Playin' my guitar to the people around They ignore me, and they even spit into my face Money is nice, but I just wanna play But all these people want me to go away They see me as a bum, just a disgrace Chorus 1: Maybe they'll be happy when I'm gone Verse 2: Why should I bother, just what is the point All I've ever done is just disappoint Maybe I should just up and disappear Tired of learnin' all the rules of the game Let me fade away and forget my name Don't want you all to know that I was ever here Chorus 2: I hope you'll forget me when I'm gone Another faded memory in the dawn I don't want you to miss me when I'm gone Burn my works, and erase all of my songs Bridge: I will push away my very few friends 'Cause I want them to forget about me Want their memories to be totally cleansed Of my presence, everything that I be Chorus 3: Can't you just forget me when I'm gone I don't want your misery to be long I hope you'll forget me when I'm gone I hope that you will throw away this here song

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Walkin' down On the streets of my old town Lookin' for Another place to hang around There is Adrian's, it's on the corner Of Milwaukee, Congress, and Bridge Or I can go down to Fred's and I will Have a sandwich Mormon Road It is where the Strangites lived Voree town There is nothing to relive All that remains of this Mormon village Is a house, a plaque, a meeting hall And the city that is lurking nearby Is so very small If you know anything about my town Then you'll know the name of Tony Romo And if you want to see his signed jersey You know where to go Walkin' down On the streets of my old town

**Chapter 1: Hostage Negotiation** Dispatcher: Any available units, we've got a report of a hostage situation at Club Gothitecha. Please respond. I repeat: please respond. Bayles: 710 reporting in. I'm on my way there now. Try to keep the suspect calm until I arrive. Do not engage. I need to stress this: do not engage. We don't need more writeups. Let's end this peacefully. Verse 1: Bayles - Let me talk to him Get this man to see reason Got to get him to lower his wrath Or this will be another bloodbath Sir, my name is Bayles And I'm hoping that to some avail That this here girl you will not maim Can you please tell me your name Possessed Petersik - I am Sherman, the second coming And she is my queen, she is under my wing By this here dagger that I do raise We will return to Earth in just a mere three days Bayles - This is risky He's another 5150 We better come up with a plan Or else he might try to hurt the woman Rubber bullets, get 'em on standby Aim for the knife, and have a good eye Make sure the area is locked down I'll try once again to talk him down Prechorus: Bayles - I know you're confused, and I know that you are scared Sherman, you're surrounded now, you're not going anywhere So just let the woman go, we don't want you both to bleed We will set you up with folks, get you all the help you need Possessed Petersik - Fuck your offer, I'm the new Jesus She's my Magdalene, why don't you leave us We're in Golgotha, where you sit and gloat Take one step more, I'll slit this bitch's throat Chorus: Bayles - Put down the knife Get on the ground Don't end your lives Come back earthbound Verse 2: Bayles - Need a distraction Have to put our plan into action Need the threat level to decrease Only then will this standoff cease SWAT team, you're on standby I won't let anybody die If negotiations have gone to squat I'll place the order to take the shot Possessed Petersik - Pontius Pilate, that is what you are You're a dictator, you're another czar You will leave this place, this is my demand Or the blood of this girl will be on your hands Bayles - We'll be here 'til dawn 'Cause this man, he's too far gone He wants to make the girl a bride A matrimony murder-suicide It's like, he don't wanna be saved He wants to end up in the grave Officers prepare, get ready, men Bring this fuckin' standoff to an end Prechorus Chorus(x2) Bayles: 74, come in. Prepare the shot now. I'm tired of fucking around with this guy. Get ready, men. Aim. Okay, fire. Other cop: 74 reporting: we got' em, we got 'em. Take him over to Kempster Institute. ID on him says his name is Robert Petersik. Bridge: Bayles - Robert Petersik You have the right to remain silent Anything you say Can be used against you in a court of law You have the right to an attorney If you cannot afford one One will be provided for you Do you understand these rights Petersik - No! Petersik: No! I don't wanna go! Let me out! Let me go! Let me go right now! Bayles: You'll be safe at Kempster Institute, trust me. Doctor Atonal is the best there is. **Chapter 2: Dr. Atonal** Verse 1: Atonal - It's a late night, 9pm and I'm still here I just wanna go home, have myself a beer Got a late arrival, gonna get the details From the man who brought him in: Mr. Officer Bayles Bayles - Hello Arlo, I know it's a late night But Mr. Petersik here put up a hell of a fight Shot a knife out of his hand through a reticle And the almost-victim kicked him in his testicles Now I am no doctor, but what I see Is a case of dissociative identity He claims a man named “Sherman” took control Like an understudy actor taking over the role Atonal - Mr. Bayles, thank you very much for the warning But I'm the doctor, and I'll look at him in the morning So go home to your wife, get yourself well-fed I am going home myself and going to bed Verse 2: Atonal - Morning, Mr. Petersik, you're at Kempster Now what should I call you, what do you prefer Petersik - Robert is fine, though I feel askew Please tell me: who the hell are you Atonal - Arlo Atonal, Ph.D. Been a psychiatrist since 1993 You were brought in because you caused unrest You ranted and raved, and you resisted arrest Now I know you're sick, but honesty I sell The next who-knows-how-long's gonna be pure Hell You nearly killed a girl, someone else's daughter You were almost looking at a charge of manslaughter So I hope treatment ends up positively Restoring you to a state of competency Petersik - Sherman must have taken over again He's this nagging voice inside my head If I do not do what he suggests He takes over, I become possessed Bridge: Sherman - Don't you tell this quack anything I rule you, I'm your fucking king Listen Bobby, you are a facade I'm your true voice, I'm the one true god Atonal: So Robert, do you remember anything that happened last night at Club Gothitecha? Petersik: Barely bits and pieces, but I do remember the music that was playing. **Chapter 3: Club Gothitecha** Verse 1: Petersik - It was a Friday night, I was looking to dance Let the gothic tunes put me into a trance There's a new band that is all the rage It's the Gloomy Gwens coming up on stage There's the lead singer and she plays the bass She has bright red hair and the palest face She has gone out for a cigarette Hope I don't do something I will regret Bridge: It was just another night grooving to New Order Hoping Sherman stays away and will not take over Verse 2: I try to say hello But the words are stuck, can't let them flow And I try now to lose the shame I just ask one question: what is your name No real names, it's what she insists She calls herself Pallor Mortis Masking myself is taking its toll I can feel more of Sherman taking control Sherman: What the fuck are you waiting for, Bobby? Are you some kinda retard? You wanna get laid or not? For Christ's sake, you have me. I'm the power of God at your command Yet you coop me up. You should give up, loser. I'm taking over the reins NOW! Possessed Petersik: Now it's my turn, Bobby. Get ready. **Chapter 4: Pallor Mortis** Verse 1: Possessed Petersik - Pallor Mortis, let us join together Bathe in a tub of goat's blood And dip our joints into embalming fluid Getting high on funeral bud Let's make jump ropes out of our entrails Watch as our blood and shit drains Pallor Mortis, I will fuck you hard We'll go to a higher plane Chorus 1: Pallor Mortis You are giving me Rigor Mortis You're the one for me Pallor Mortis Verse 2: Atonal - Robert, did it occur to you That you totally creeped her out? Possessed Petersik - Fuck you quack, Sherman's in control You're not part of our creed Wanna know what that bitch said Pallor Mortis - Get the fuck away from me Possessed Petersik - No-one turns down a demigod Certainly not some slag I won't stop until she has been found And we're in bodybags Chorus 2: Pallor Mortis She is giving me Rigor Mortis She's the one for me Pallor Mortis She is giving me Rigor Mortis She's the one for me Pallor Mortis Atonal: Now Robert...Sherman...please calm down. Possessed Petersik - (unintelligible rantings) Atonal: We need orderlies in here...stat! Possessed Petersik - (more unintelligible rantings) Atonal: 'Bout time. Get him restrained. Possessed Petersik - (even more unintelligible rantings) Atonal: Give him the thorazine shot. Possessed Petersik - (yet more unintelligible rantings) Atonal: It should take effect soon. Take him to his room. Possessed Petersik - (last of the unintelligible rantings) **Chapter 5: Pre-Trial Conference** Atonal: Case notes of Dr. Arlo Atonal, August 13th, 2018. Robert Petersik goes to court today. I've had the pleasure of caring for this young man over the past few weeks, but I am deathly afraid of what his reaction will be to today's decision. This “Sherman” business goes deep into his psyche, and I've had the displeasure of meeting this other side already. Speaking from a non-professional opinion for a moment: Sherman scares the shit out of me. I am afraid of what will happen if he appears in that courtroom. Judge: Be seated. Case #5702-38C: State of Outagamie vs. Robert Petersik. Charges include one count of attempted murder, one count of taking hostages, five counts of assault with a deadly weapon, one count of resisting arrest, and nine counts of disturbing the peace. I have read through Officer Bayles' arrest report, plus Dr. Atonal's initial case notes, and I feel that the plea deal the prosecutor and Mr. Petersik's public defender agreed to is sufficient. Mr. Petersik, please rise. Judge: Robert Petersik, I find you not guilty by reason of mental disease or defect. Due to the serious nature of these charges, you will be placed at Kempster Institute until you have been deemed worthy to be reintegrated into society. We're adjourned. Petersik: Are you fucking kidding me?! Do you know what they do at Kempster?! Judge: Mr. Petersik, you're in contempt. Petersik: You better believe I have contempt for this fucking dog-and-pony show! Sherman acts up, I get strapped to a board and treated like a goddamn pincushion! Judge: Bailiff, escort Mr. Petersik out of the courtroom. Possessed Petersik: You're not speaking to Bobby now, faggot! You're speaking to the supreme Sherman now, and if you even think of touching me with your unclean heathen hands, I'll rip out your cancer-ridden lungs and use them as bagpipes! Judge: Order! Order in the court! Possessed Petersik: Fuck your order, and fuck your court! **Chapter 6: Hypocritical Oath** PA System: Wilhemina Hall South, Hospital Alert. All available staff, please respond. Wilhimina Hall South, Hospital Alert. All available staff, please respond. Verse 1: Atonal - Stop banging your head Against the doorway inside of your room This isn't a place of torture This will not become your tomb But if you continue To smear your feces inside the day room Then you'll never leave, because nobody Wants a whiff of your perfume You're strapped on a board Of your own accord Because of your own conduct Your recovery, your discovery Your mind, it still obstructs How many years has it been It's been so long, I cannot believe Now Robert, I beg, I pray every night That someday you will leave Chorus: Possessed Petersik - Let me out now You're hurting my arm I thought that you all followed an oath That you would do no harm You are the servants Of Jaldaboath And you only follow The Hypocritical Oath Verse 2: Atonal - We need to get to The heart of this “Sherman” curse of the damned To get you out after five long years And help you get deprogrammed You had a brother Sherman Petersik was his name He died long ago, when you were a child Did that make you go insane Are you still feeling guilt for something That you had no hope to control When the cancer ate up the flesh of the kin Did the darkness swallow your soul It's okay to cry, let drip from your eye For the brother who lies there dead Don't listen to lies from one deep inside It's a voice inside your head Chorus Bridge: Atonal - Robert, listen up The parole board's just a week away And you have made very little progress During these years of your Kempster stay You're still letting all of your regrets Control your personality Despite your pleas, you let the monster Bring out all of its brutality You are quite the intelligent man You may even know more than me But therapy and drugs only do so much On that point, we can both agree You're drugged up on the board Because you let out Sherman again You've got to get to the heart of yourself Chain this demon and reach your zen 'Cause if you don't, you'll be staying here For another quarter century I know this ain't the path for you Going this dark trajectory Think about that for a while, my friend I'm gonna go and give you space Would you rather be out in the world again Or strapped to a board inside this place Petersik: Sherman, it's time we had a talk. Get your ass out here...now. We're finishing this...once and for all. **Chapter 7: Plain Jane** Verse 1: Sherman - Bobby, don't you use that tone Your rebellion I do not condone Zip your mouth Petersik - You are not my brother, man I listened to you, now all my plans Went south Sherman - You left me to die alone Could you bother to pick up the phone Call me Petersik - My brother lies in the grave You're just a voice that keeps me a slave Never free Prechorus: Petersik - There's naught for me to fear I want you out of here Verse 2: Sherman - Do you really think the spic Is really gonna get rid of me quick You're asleep Petersik - No one said it was a sinch But Dr. A, he pulls through in a pinch You will see Sherman - Do you remember the church You left me there underneath the birch You owe me Petersik - I am me, I make the choice You're not my bro, you're just a fucking voice Leave me be Prechorus Petersik - There's naught for me to fear I want you out of here I'm sick of all the pain Make me a plain Jane Chorus: Sherman - I am in control Of the darkness in your soul Every time you feel askew That is when I break on through Every conflict, every strife I will answer with a knife You're a sacrificial lamb In this part of my program And when we've escaped and fled We will make more of the dead Starting with the redhead chick Slice her with the Sherman dick I will leave you to get fried Like you did me when I died I will throw you in the ditch You will always be my bitch Bo-bby Verse 3: Petersik - Why do you torment me so Over something that happened long ago I can't help Sherman - Because you don't have a spine So you needed an influence divine Little whelp Petersik - My brother, he went to mass And he'd tell you that you have no class You're a fraud Sherman - My body, it has no breath And yet my soul, it has survived death I am God Prechorus Chorus Petersik: I don't fucking think so. Bridge: Petersik - I am sick of the psych ward And the screaming, alarms, and locked doors, yeah I've been here for too damn long now And I want to have a discharge plan You've been nothing but a thorn in my ass Always bringing out the worst in me, oh Now is the time that you die for good RIP Sherman, you're dead to me Prick! Petersik: 3 o'clock. Time to meet the parole board. **Chapter 8: Dawn** Atonal: You've come a long way in the last few weeks, Robert. Parole board hearing went good, and all your discharge papers are in order. How do you feel? Petersik: Right now I feel like a new man, doc. Like I'm ready to put this Kempster chapter of my life behind me. Atonal: Well that's great, Robert. I hope you're ready, 'cause tomorrow, you're going home. Petersik - So much has changed since I've been away Inside and out, don't know what to say Club Gothitecha's closed up and gone New place is there, and that's where I'm drawn Who do I see, sitting there in the crowd It’s Pallor Mortis, always with a frown Grab a guitar, go up on the stage Sing my regrets off my journal page I'm sorry that I caused you trauma I was going through a mental drama I hope my problems have been resolved I'm sorry that I had got you involved Pallor Mortis - I don't know if I forgive you yet How do I know that you're not a threat You may be sincere about what you wrote But you had a knife right next to my throat It's gonna take me a little bit of time To forgive you of your insane crime But I hope that you're no longer sick I wish you well, Mr. Petersik In five years time, grown ten years older I've carried this weight over my shoulders But you show remorse, are full of regret Come join me outside for a cigarette Petersik & Mortis - I hope things have changed for the better No more of chaos, no more of a stir Take this chapter into the archives So we can go and move on with our lives Hope I don't have to cower in fear Of a darkness that calls me its peer I do not know what else to say It's the dawning of a new day Sherman: You think this is the end? You think I'm gone, Bobby? Bullshit! You've got me contained for now, but I'll be back. All it will take is one slip-up: one missed appointment, one skipped dose, and I'll return. I'll return with a fucking vengeance. I'll never leave, Bobby. I'm with you...forever.