Ruminations Before Midnight

The cancer reared its head
And aloof you may seem
It seems that the devil's plotted you
To work all through his schemes
Convinced you that your path was better
And more true to your needs
But the further you press
The more you work in his deeds
The lie had been bought
The true had been fixed
And I pray to God the Patriots don't win all in 2006
Faux News and Clinton News Networks terrorizing the screens
You're all dead, you motherfuckers
Tug the breast
And stop the ween
I'm still waiting for that daydream
To take me somewhere else
Because I want heaven
If you are making Hell.