I Cum Apart
The O Lyrics

Let me tell you about my baby
I want to talk about the person I love

She′s a moonlit mile out on Route 80
She is far away and elusive

She's a stone-dead tease and I beg and I beg her, please!
She teases me and I desperately plead with her

But ain′t no mother, sister, daughter gonna save me
No one can save me from my desires

My balls are a hurricane of squirrmin' pain
I feel intense sexual frustration

Burning, churning yearning to get they sperm into another plane
I have a strong desire to release my sperm

Who's to blame?
Who is responsible for this torment?

Fences of consequences, futility
The consequences and futility of my actions

Responsibility, what′s illin me, Leaves me screaming!
The weight of responsibility torments me and drives me to scream

Keeps me just dreaming about the meaning of my goddamn semen
I constantly ponder the significance of my semen

I need to get laid badly, hello I love you madly
I have a strong desire for sexual intimacy and express my affection

Shut up jim, you hippie
I dismiss Jim, possibly referring to a person I dislike

If you were here I′d rip the Shit out of your head but you're already fucking dead!
I express anger towards someone who is already deceased

Another fine day for killin′
I suggest that it's a good day for causing harm or death

We got murder in our bones
We possess a natural inclination or affinity towards violence

In the United States of Senseless Pain
Referring to the country as a place where suffering is prevalent and meaningless

Look out for people you don't even know
Be cautious of strangers and their potential harm

Invisible forces makin′ me miserable courses through my brain
Unseen influences torment my thoughts

Insane, make me wanna get slain by a P-G and that's 'I' in between
I feel driven to the point of being killed by an unknown entity

Got a deadly machine that′ll make you go cold
I possess a weapon capable of inflicting fatal harm

And you'll never grow old
Using this weapon ensures you won't have the chance to age

And it's easily sold
This weapon is readily available for purchase

What is that? You ask what is that, it′s called the gat
The weapon is commonly known as a 'gat'

And if they let loose this gat, You′re gonna hit the mat with a splat and that's that (Ah!)
If the weapon is used against you, you will meet a gruesome end

It′s a cool way to die on the highway
Dying on the road is seen as an interesting or stylish method

We lie in pieces like Reeses, the lease is up
We end up in fragments, similar to broken candy bars, as our time runs out

You couldn't give a twitch, let alone a fuck
You don't care, not even the slightest bit

We used to look like Ken and Terry′s
We used to resemble well-known figures, portraying a happier time

Now like Ben and Jerry's
Now we look disfigured and chaotic, similar to melted ice cream

Fillin′ cemeteries with memoraries
Our presence in cemeteries is marked by memories left behind

Say goodbye to all the Jens, Jills, Karens, Sharons, Jennifers, Elizabeths and Kerrys
We bid farewell to people with various common names, representing a loss of diverse individuals

Oh and the cherries...
Even the cherries, representing something enticing or sweet, meet their end

Ah that sacred blood on my hands, I respect her for the privilege forever
The blood on my hands is significant and I honor the experience and connection it represents

That blood con't be back again, not now not never, no
Once the blood is gone, it can never return, defying any possibility

Like Mark David Chapman, playing a game of Pacman, On Yoko Ono's Afghan
Drawing a parallel to a notorious murderer, implying a destructive or dangerous situation

It ain′t gonna happen!
It will never occur

I hate this show, I hate this fucking show
I despise this situation or reality I am experiencing

Feel like I′m trapped in a bad video
I feel confined within an unpleasant or unfavorable circumstance

And it keeps coming back to me son
This feeling constantly resurfaces, reminding me

In my dreams or awake
Whether I'm asleep or awake

A constant fucking re-run
It's a repetitive and frustrating cycle

Begone!
I wish for it to go away

Ah I'd like to make those images scramble
I desire to disrupt or distort those images

But alas I can′t change the fucking channel
Unfortunately, I am unable to alter or escape from this situation

Sometimes I feel like a wheel going round round round
Occasionally, I feel like I'm stuck in a cycle of repetition

Gone too high and I can't come down
I have reached an extreme point and cannot return to normal

And the world is a maze, and our God is a clown
The world seems complex and confusing, and our concept of God is absurd

And I bash my brains to the final sound
I continuously attack or harm myself until the end approaches

Of the end about to come
The impending conclusion or demise

Apart but wake up and it still ain′t done
Despite being separated, I awaken and realize the situation is not resolved

And the day after that it'll still get sung
Even the following day, the same painful circumstances will be repeated

Like it always has from the start
Just as it has perpetually occurred since the beginning, without change

I cum apart
I experience emotional and psychological disintegration