Palm trees along the freeway, my hair dancing in a calm breeze,
ninety degrees, seems great, the ocean crashing into the bronze beach.
Songs seep into my brain, Morrison and Plant rocking the speakers,
God's seen me strain for far too long while rotting as a dreamer.
Plotting in a theater, someday that'll be me screaming on the silver screen,
boxing for Oscars, slaying the fine dressed monsters in their limousines.
I'm taking my chances, the message I have to deliver will be around forever,
because Charlie Manson will never be forgotten, not now or ever...
Agency after agency, nobody here understands devotion apparently,
it's quite damaging, the rejection, calling my emotion "transparency."
So maybe I'm not meant to act, I've never been good at being fake,
I'll buy a guitar and play until my fingers begin to sting and break.
My music will change the way humanity tends to think and hate,
I believe in fate when it's created by the children of Charlie's faith.
Each note could awaken a part of you that releases free will,
and by the end of the song... it's not your demons you need to kill.
I've built quite the family since moving here from Ohio,
they don't need to impress me but they love to try though.
Between stealing from the rich and recruiting women,
to throwing cops off my scent and brewing humans.
Word's gotten around that my family's purpose is homicidal,
that my words can twist and turn like the serpent in the bible.
Detectives have asked around with papers signed by judges,
little blue men hired by little accusers who's lies pass judgement.
At first, I was reluctant, but the more attention they gave me,
I began hating my hiding spot, made it my mission to save thee.
Afterall, I came here to become a star so here's my chance...
even if that means I must cleanse the soul of my fellow man.
Politicians tried to stop us, but their secrets that I've kept,
ended up burying them deeper than the kingdom I've left.
Sex offenders and rapists, they thought they were smart,
but when you come after Charlie, you better aim for the heart.
... I'm so glad I came to a place called California.
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Links:
Messiah's "Adapt and Conquer"
Sammy's "Blemish"