Calm the Monster
©Parsons

Better take another photograph
I think they saw me in the light
3 dimensional people
I think they saw through me

Telepathic broadcast station
Blasting a hole through me
Showing my inner core
3 dimensional people

I think they saw me smile
I think they saw through me

I think they saw me in the light
Trying to calm
Calm the monster
I think they saw me in the light
I think they saw me

And the Heathens are hungry now
For mind, body and soul
With their happy thoughts inside their head
Takes them beyond, beyond
Beyond their destruction

I think they saw me smile
I think they saw through me

I think they saw me in the light
Trying to calm
Calm the monster

Love is Contagious
©Parsons

You floating, broken, prophetic fool
She said I need your personal patch of electric
To rain on their grand traditions
Until they beg, beg for mercy
Babe

She said, I’m a social butterfly
With a juicy fruit system
Spreading my belief around the world
With a little hope, love and magic
To every load of wasted skin
Babe

And I might speak like a child, but don’t be fooled
I’ll crawl through your bones ‘til your love has cooled
Just to see your lovely eyes
To know that you’re there
want to touch your skin, I want to pull your hair, babe
I want to touch your skin, I want to pull your hair, babe

Seven silver stars gather all around me ‘til I can’t breathe
Popular jealousies have got me moon dizzy and I’m afraid
This feeling is contagious
Babe

She said I love you
This feeling is contagious
Babe

The Making of a War Machine
©Parsons

The patient was given 1% skin
With a blue ribbon hand and forearm
With sun-exposed options and air contrast

Scalp, hair, head, neck, chest, abdomen and back
And back again
Scalp, hair, head, neck, chest, abdomen and back
And back again
With sun-exposed options and air contrast

They’re making a war
They’re making a war
They’re making a war
A war machine

Right lower, right lower skin exam
Sun of hand, sun of hand
Shave the abnormalities
Sun of hand
Dress the aluminum with a chemical peel

They’re making a war
They’re making a war
They’re making a war
A war machine

Stanno facendo
Una macchina
Da guerra
Macchina

Waiting for the Maniacs
©Parsons

With screeches and shrieks
They gather at sunset and wait
For speed and madness
They wait for change
They wait for drastic change

With bashful eyes and thin skin
A gentle soul that tears in the wind
They wait
For solitude
They wait
For peace

In an industrial wasteland
They sky cracks open and God falls down and cries, What have you done?!
What have you done?!
What have YOU done?!
I miss the sun
I miss the sun
I miss the son

In smoke-filled air and falling leaves
With flicking eyes in a gentle breeze
They wait
For the maniacs
They wait
For the final fall