Starfucker

Did you please the stars?
Did you give them pleasure?
How is it bedding the beautiful people?
Does it make a loud noise when you drop their names?

California is rotting your insides.
Everything that is pure is turning gray, decaying to black.
You don't want to be an empty shell girl...
Do you?

Pick a pretty face for your fun.
Pick a pure heart for your soul.
Use them both for what you want.
It's all you ever wanted.
Pure fine-toothed need.

Just don't get them crossed.
The pure heart is only pure till it's scarred.
Then there's no reverse.

The pretty face is only pretty for awhile.
Until it's faded and old.
Then there's no reverse.

You're a good actor,
From the land of actors.
It's okay though,
Your nose has been fashioned shorter so you can see past it...you're enlightened.


Enlightened with the shit that can't be filtered out of your head.
Can you even recognize Purity?
Not that it's even close to me, but that you can't.
Or that you won't.
It's a place far from here, it has escaped the poison of this place.

I burn for you, I hurt for you, I yearn for you.
Which makes me impure.
But I don't have the pretty face.
So I've been jaded. I've been touched.

Touched by the storms of decadence you brought across state lines.
Into my tranquil little world.
When you got here, you immediately started setting up your colony.
A colony of pretty faces, washed in pride, cleansed with vanity.

In the "Township of Iridescent People,"
Who meet in Vanity Hall.
They meet every now and then for sporadic orgies.
Lust, desire, immediate satisfaction.

Somehow I wandered into this town.
Without my citizenship.
I was lost, on my way to Purity.
I must have taken a wrong turn,
Went down the wrong road.

I didn't notice signs. Only sins.
I was intrigued by the toxic lights.
Sitting at the tops of stadiums and bars.
Looking over the city...with the mayor at my side.

I was given the grand tour.
I was given the keys to the city.
I was given the inoculation.
I was given the disease.

Now Purity seems forever away.
The mayor is running for re-election,
And she's using any means to gather votes for her basket.
A basket she carries on her shoulders.

Like a brilliant and classically trained politician,
She tells you the things you need to hear.
Riding the fence...
Dangling carrots in front of your face enough to keep you trotting.

What we don't know is that she does this to everyone. Every citizen.
The special treatment is not that special at all.
Maybe we do know, but refuse to acknowledge.
We turn deaf ears, because we are addicts....to this dementia.

Like a soul-confining Fourth Reich,
We follow like mindless surfs.
Nodding in elation as she casts her wisdom.
Totally drawn like a moth to a porchlight.

Somewhere I took a wrong turn.
Somewhere I lost the way to Purity.
But there is a consolation...if there exists such a paradigm...
I've wounded her....

And for the time being the Township is without her leader.
It's citizens cast about, swimming in chaos,
Trying to gather the pieces, mourning for their Majesty.
The Queen lies motionless in bed, while her generals plot her counter-attack.

Hopefully, I will be far away from the confines of this city.
Back on the road to Purity.
Where the defenses hold strong and remain impenetrable,
And those who have given control over are safely protected,
And their dreams are comforted....

Where there is no poison...