lars again

Well, Annie Lindbergh's baby died, and Eric Clapton's baby died, and Someday I will maybe die of some obscure disease
I'm not a master dramatist I swear I'm not a nihilist I've learned to take survival in degrees
I'm a smartass trapped in a dumbfuck's body I threw up when I held somebody Down, I can't feel anything I don't feel anything
I'm a placeless blame in a blameless place An embarrassment to the human race I'm a faceless god, I'm a godless faith I'm a fake, I'm a phase, I'm a wraith
Mine eyes hath seen the glory of His terrible swift sword And it was carnal, it was gory, it was carnage, it was scored by Wendy Carlos and the Argonauts and lovely Ludwig van Nobody trusts immortals now, but they believe in man
I am jawless, I am lawless, I am flawless, I am free From want and worship, free from speech, and free to fear my devotees As I die to make men holy, let us make men die to see If their souls go marching on
Glory, glory, Hallelujah Glory, glory, Hallelujah Glory, glory, Hallelujah Our souls go marching on
The cornets hailed the glory of his brightly blazing eyes And they were righteous, they were pure and true, they snuffed out all the lies And the artless and the heartless were all feeble in their cries Their souls went marching on
John Brown's body lies a-moldering in the grave Bo Brown's body lies a-moldering in the grave Mike Brown's body lies a-moldering in the grave But their souls go marching on
Glory, glory, Hallelujah Glory, glory, Hallelujah Glory, glory, Hallelujah Their souls go marching on
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep I'm locked inside the castle keep I could not brave that pious leap of faith, but I guess talk is cheap I guess I left the house asleep And heard the tire meter beep I guess the scars were just skin-deep I guess it wasn't all that deep
I guess this wasn't all that deep I guess a wolf's best friends are sheep I guess the cost of living's steep these days I never get much sleep these days I overleap, I'm overdone, I overcome, I overrun I overwhelm, I'm overmuch, I'm over love and over touch
My eyes are pale and bloodshot and my skin is burning red I don't recognize my face or all the places I have bled My body is a history of kingdoms I once led But my soul goes marching on