This is, the house of Doom, Your death, will be coming soon, That thought dead, Comes out to play, A grave (very grave) holiday Come with me, and then you will see, The price of, immortality
This is, the mansion of death The boulevard, of all regret A timeless coughing of zeitgeist, Where the spirit of an age, lies
Who's that who creeps up the stairway behind you? Is it the ghost of love affairs lost? A grey evil Eros with bow love barbed arrows Claiming revenge for hopes you have crushed?
All hail the master geometric eccentric Carving the paths that we ghosts must walk And easing the intersex in concrete genitalia To house fluids in marble and spirit in dust
This is, the house of doom - The only ghosts (really) Are the one who came with you So name your evils, pantheonize Your gods, your martyrs graceless - Fallen, despised.
When you despair of the toads that salute you And abhorrently drink of their bile and their greed Decide in your wisdom that hopping is more fun Do walk like a man is a sign of disease.
Time to update thee with spiritual software And destroy the virus that plagues for your side Enter the house son whose walls are of fire whose hellish foundations are burned in your mind.
My mind is a creaky corridor Wherein a single monstrous draught invades the gloom
Its rancid air stained with ash And its heart beat a blackened lung Whose ripped fissures impede the transivity of all weary travellers
Cancerous shapes malign the air And dirty molecules gather dust like onerous dogs Who sate their lust to feed for war Whilst the doors are barbed, with hastily spun webs of...
Something obsidian... Something crystal...
A jewelled combination of dirt and dust and deprivation Beautifully deathly whispers dwell in far off chambers Floating above like ships of gossamer on a rancid sea Gently, angelic sprites mock those who have lost their way.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
