Call Me Noah

Call me Noah

Because I’m passed out drunk in a vineyard of my own planting

Lying shamefully bare 

Tell my children to come cover me up

While shielding their eyes so none shall see the damage I’ve wrought

Castrated a generation through overpopulation

A messianic cult led by a charismatic leader, a cult of personality

A black hole, sucking in all mentally unwell enough to stand in His way

Bring me your foolish, your hungry, your disenfranchised

That I may promise them salvation in this would and the next, one level of pleasure at a time

Call me Noah ’cause I’m building a boat

You’ll feel like you’re drowning while a teach you to float

I’ll swear and I’ll curse and I’ll smile so bright

You’ll trip over yourselves to share some of my light

Fracturing in a thousand different ways

After ruining a thousand different lives

Over a thousand different days

Patriarchal suppression for the sake of modesty

Fertilization in the name of future

Sexual repression in the name of purity

It splinters in your hands, crumbles through your fingers like sand

The idea you believed but never had

Happiness. meaning. salvation.

Give me ten good men

Call me Noah ’cause I’m building an ark 

I’m packing it with humans of the exceptional kind 

Searching and yearning for something more 

While we head straight down to the ocean floor

We are not the chosen ones

We must wallow at the grave

While he chooses his own son

We love this land but hate this place, tax us till our dying breath

Call me Noah ’cause I’m crafting an arc 

Of historical significance to which you’d better hark

Perpetrating perpetual positive prognostics 

Dealing in delusions bordering on monastic

We’ll stop at nothing because we’re saving souls 

Chopping off heads and stepping on toes 

When you’re out saving lives pretty much anything goes

Of salvation, just a rail car away

Holocaust trauma is here to stay

30 years is all it took to destroy two generations 

With promises of grandeur and delusions of salvation

Shattered like glass sculpture in prime real estate 

Pop psychology served up on a plate

Tips to happy marriage as you teeter on divorce 

Pleasure as a buzzword become your Tour de force

Sexual repression disguised as self control 

Talking about holiness as you fuck up every hole

Call me Noah.

Call me Daddy.

Call me God.