Reality Asylum

[Intro 1: Detective Savage]
Well, gentlemen and ladies, my name is Inspector Savage from Scotland Yard, and this gentleman here is Detective Constable White. I'm here today to ask you some questions in connections with complaints we have received. I'll ask you the questions, and my colleague here will take down the replies. Now, understand that you have been questioned. Firstly, I would like you to identify this record...

[Intro 2: Young Girl]
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring? O my God, I cry in the day time, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent. But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel. Our fathers trusted in thee: they trusted, and thou didst deliver them. They cried unto thee, and were delivered: they trusted in thee, and were not confounded. But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised of the people.

[Verse: Eve Libertine]
I am no feeble Christ, not me.
"He" hangs in glib delight upon "His" cross, upon "His" cross,
Above my body, lowly me.
"Christ, forgive!" Forgive?
Holy He, He holy, He holy?
Shit, "He" forgives. Forgive? Forgive?
I? I? Me? I? I vomit for you, Jesu.
Christi-Christus,
Puke upon your papal throne.
Wrapped you are in the bloody shroud of churlish suicide;
Wrapped I am in the bloody cloud of hellish genocide, petulant child.
I have suffered for you
Where you have never known me.
I too must die;
Will you be shadowed in the arrogance of my death?
Your valley truth?
What lights pass those pious heights?
What passing bells for these in their trucks?
For you, Lord!
You are the flag-bearer of these nations,
One against the other that die in the mud;
No piety, no deity --
Is that your forgiveness?
Saint, martyr, goat, billy.
Forgive? Shit, "He" forgives.
"He" hangs upon "His" cross
In self-righteous judgment,
Hangs in crucified delight
Nailed to the extend of "His" vision,
"His" cross, "His" manhood, "His" violence, guilt, sin.
"He" would nail my body upon "his" cross,
As if I might have waited for "Him" in the garden--
As if I might have perfumed "His" body,
Washed those bloody feet,
This woman that "he" seeks.
Suicide visionary, death reveller, rake, rapist,
Gravedigger, earthmover, lifefucker, Jesu.
You scooped the pits of Auschwitz.
The soil of Treblinka is rich in your guilt,
The sorrow of your tradition.
Your stupid humility is the crown of thorns we all must wear.
For you? Ha! "Master"? Master of gore; enigma,
Stigma,
Stigmata,
Errata,
Eraser.
The cross is the mast of our oppression;
You fly there, vain flag.
You carry it, wear it on your back, Lord; your back.
Enola is your gaiety.
Suffer little children.
Suffer in that horror; Hirohorror, Hirrohiro, Hiroshimmer, Shimmerhiro,
Hiroshima, Hiroshima, Hiroshima, Hiroshima.
The bodies are your delight;
The incandescent flame is the spirit of it.
They come to you Jesu, to you.
The nails are the only "trinity".
Hold them in your corpsey gracelessness,
The image that I have had to suffer.
These nails at my temple;
The cross is the virgin body of womanhood that you've defiled.
In your guilt, you turn your back,
Nailed to that body.
Lame-arse Jesus calls me "sister"?
There are no words for my contempt!
Every woman is a cross in "His" filthy theology.
"He" turns "His" back on me in "His" fear.
His vain delight is that pain I bear.
Alone "He" hangs - "His" choice, "His" choice.
Alone. Alone. "His" voice. "His" voice.
"He" shares nothing, this Christ,
Sterile, impotent, fucklove prophet of death.
"He" is the ultimate pornography.
He. He. Hear us, Jesus!
You sigh alone in your cockfear.
You lie alone in your cuntfear.
You cry alone in your womanfear.
You die alone in you manfear.
Alone Jesu, alone, In your cockfear, cuntfear, womanfear, manfear,
Alone in your fear. Alone in your fear. Alone in your fear,
Your fear, your fear, your fear, your fear, your fear, your fear, your fear,
Warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare.
Jesus died for his own sins, not mine!

[Outro: Young Girl]
All they that be fat upon earth shall eat and worship: all they that go down to the dust shall bow before him: and none can keep alive his own soul. A seed shall serve him; it shall be accounted to the Lord for a generation. They shall come, and shall declare his righteousness unto a people that shall be born, that he hath done this.