Purple People Eaters

THE PURPLE PEOPLE EATERS



I'm not the brightest crayon in the box,
I am the hand who holds them.
I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed,
I am the man who owns them.
I'll draw my own future.
I'll build my own life.
As the maze rats of our future
are the tests they devise.
We struggle because we dont want help;
We won't transcend because we live in hell.
We know your words before you speak;
We are the secrets our minds cant keep.
we're the church and state, without the lies.
We're the love and hate, that doesn't die.
You're the smartest dumb ass in the room;
Your woman just sticks up for you.
She only laughs cos she thinks youre cute;
while the rest of us will laugh at you.
My dying dreams fall from the sky
Like snow flakes in the dark of night
I'm aimless, yet in line.
I'm dark, yet I am bright.
These months will be a frozen hell,
breaking ice like hardened clay.
I'll destroy life with my beauty,
And then I'll melt away.