Cleaved of hoof and shorn of mane You can keep your shrines, no matter shape or size There's nothing here for me I'll happily quaff all your spirits Bleed your coffins dry Used my nine lives across nine days / nine nights Now I just wait for the fires Reduce me back to ashes Our magic circles don't align Too much static in our tragedy Too much standing still Put out to dry, fell off heaven's window sill Broke every bone as I tripped through hell Silent fractures in reality I'll be laughing while you cry, nostrils crystalline at the end of the line Game over for all time Show me your compassion I'll give you contempt Open those hearts to me I piss on them I've had all the gods on my waiting list All too human They can't see me, I'm never here I'll nail any apologist to any passing tree
No joy here Just this hammer This hammer
This ashtray earth the fully realised product of so-called human evolution Vultures voicing complaint at the state of the carrion Sunlight filtered through a mire of thought grime A peek into the void to remind all is nothing All is nothing
Nothing is all Same old clichés; same pitiful joke You want a punchline? If the sky should crash upon us in a shower of sparks, our shadows shall be thrown everywhere Up the walls, across the concrete Bathing tortured glass ceilings in spastic ichor Throwing shapes we never dreamt of, cramped up in the drains; sense of purpose lost in the run-offs Mingled with just so much effluent in the language of the sewers Bone and synapse just so much slush Sluiced by the eternal juicer Armageddon dancing on top of it all Azrael creaming off shots of just so much human slurry Bloody Mary, bloody father, bloody son With just a hint of bone for crunch Sitting amongst the coroners in a round tomb is not so possible when everything is flat The earth is flat But growing slightly fat on the cooling coagula of mankind's last fartTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
