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Hospital
02:05
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dying thief creeps
thru sterile halls
see pipes and cables
as they line the walls
burn the path until nothing's left
clutch a mirror to a wretched breast
cursed breath
whispers from shattered tongue
thru grinding teeth beneath
the iron lung
the virus grows
thru sordid skin that burns
the eyes awaken
as the piston turns
lost children that time may forget
cast greasy grins
beneath the moldy wet
miasma, the stench of death
from nowhere they came
of life bereft
lost children that time may forget
cast greasy grins
beneath the moldy wet
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2. |
Lips in the Service
02:25
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a dream of lips in the service
i was standing in line
all in pairs with dogs, moving slow
but where is mine
behind a long white can, people writing
turn and time
here comes a big rabbit
by the neck he grabbed it
brough back to my side
the first lips on the list get kissed
and the last in line is mine
my dog lay battered, loyalty shattered
these lips of mine
trapped inside a husk i get
no brain no neck that's it
just blood buckets filled up
my guts my nuts my piss
stuck inside the sheath i get
no push no shove all pulpit
no tact at all just blood
white rabbit meat on a hook
they take they took they grabbed it
pulled skin from bones just
get off my back my lipstick
i'm in deep shit
kissing ass with both lips
lips in the service
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3. |
Death's Grip
01:41
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i walk these paranoid streets alone at night
pounding my fists against bricks
looking for something to fight
but these streets ain't mine
and it's only a matter of time
before the cold grip of death grabs me by the wrist again
his time has passed this bastered flesh is rotting black
my soul slips through the cracks
i pass thru reality's gate as blackest light
head over fist
some sickening clash of future past is this
like a will o the wisp my fingers turn and
burn for this
no rest but for the kiss of death
a rush of fright the wall of flesh is open wide
look in my eyes
caressing the necrotic flesh of the afterlife
broke on the knife
lifeless lips kiss the grips that hold me so tight
indentured to death
these black lungs long for breath
veins pumping mud, lust for blood
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4. |
Psychic Dentistry
01:27
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hands keep their fingers in their pockets
please
tongues keep razors behind
teeth
words that feed egos lonely and cold
sad people with no soul
it's so sad to say it's got to be this way
while in the night i scream
between my shadow
and myself it seems that i must remain
between what i see and what's in my brain
eyes shoot rocks from the sockets
with ease
loose lips slide left and right
as if greased
talk to me talk to me
if you wanna know (it's like pulling teeth)
talk to me
it's like pulling teeth
psychically
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5. |
Dirty Graves
00:48
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kids are fucking on dirty graves
drawing swastikas and spreading aids
making love to divine's remains
nothing's changed it's still the same
nothing to me
but dirty graves
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6. |
The City Slips...
03:31
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7. |
Castle Creeps
00:58
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bag body head running dead thru the thickets
dragging its own bleeding spine
mist thick as the mud from the spigot
swallows the eyes and the mind
in the castle of creeps
like a freak in the keep
bubbling breath drips from the lipless leg's mouth
on a gaseous gushing wet night as this
a kiss churning melted cheeks into shit
plunges fingers deep in the cyst
in the castle of heck
like a bite on the neck
cut the gates of twisting metal
winding moats and bubbling flesh
wall of bone and burning blood
waste
pus rushes plague gushing cum from the face
bone throwing kiing of the creeps fucking leech
sucking guts to prepare for the feast
at the castle of creeps
freak in the keep
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8. |
Ugly Seed
01:49
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i'd twist my head
til i jerked my neck
i lacked confidence
lacked self respect
they said i had to go and be some kind of man
but i ain't sprung from the same cum
that you think i am
some punk with shitty luck
stuck like a pig in the middle and it sucks
no time to waste just kicking the can
running around and filling up my hands
decency is a minor priority
i can taste on your face
what is wasted on an ugly seed
looks just like me
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Fire
01:25
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shattering glass
lights a blackened path
in this dream i'm visiting
shadowed cracks
beneath a blackened mass
i hear a voice whispering
and it calls me once again
into the grave
that fire haunts me
through cracking tombs
reveals a burning womb
my hands and face blistering
into a flame
a voice without a name
it waits again, listening
and i can't look back
that fire draws me nearer
to a world of fears
i can't get out from here
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10. |
Möbius Strip
02:22
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off the edge of cliff i tip my toes
fifty people
fifty woes
in the mouth of the bull is a calico rose
i can smell it so close
time slips so quick
no end to end like a möbius strip
let's try to get you one of what you call a grip
or just lean back and fall into the rift
my moth's dry but my palms sweat
mercury high as the heat gets we get
closer
hair stands on the horses neck
from end to end of a galloping stretch
too close to fit the breath
blood pumps beating chest to chest
out the next limbs locked we fall in the dance of death
my mouth's dry but my palms sweat
mercury high as the heat gets we get
my tongue's dry but my palms are wet
we're both wet as the heat gets we get
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11. |
Sadist
01:02
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i've given myself to lust
i gave myself to greed
i'm grinding my bones to dust
and burning the hand that feeds
you see god in a body called cleaner
but what's want and need
dogs bark dark sheets flow red in the mirror
as if the mattress bleeds
hungry
sorry
sex is
heinous
worm i
am them
so say yes
sadist
i've given myself to lust
i gave myself to greed
licking the plates of trust
and kissing the glove that feeds
lock jawed in the heat of a fever
what's want and need
lash of leash tolls
death draws nearer
so bury me
hungry
sorry
sex is
heinous
worm i
am them
so say yes
sadist?
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12. |
Sidewalk Habit
01:19
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man am i sick
o walking suits with pricks
born ungratefully blessed
while shitting on the rest
i'm not impressed
get off my chest
can't you help but question
these lazy blind obsessions
you turn your back so they stab it
you hold it out and they grab it
god dammit you give me sidewalk habit
fencewalking fuck
wanna run amok
don't wanna leave but
they wanna push their luck
let em have it
streetlight people
fear no evil
trouble inside
i go outside
god i love the street
rock concrete to my feet
to the sand and stone that raised me
the sidewalk can save me
god dammit i got a sidewalk habit
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13. |
Communion
03:17
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were ya born dead? me too
i got skin you can see thru
all my friends are dead and they knew
what i'd seen was evil
eyes of red i see two
bloodstains that bleed thru
sinking into stairs they eat who
consume evil
disease
growing
in me
feeding
memory
living
give it to me
disease
fill me
my body
it aches
for me
we're feeding
a parasite breeding
cold seething
i'm peeling the ceiling
hold on it squeezing
the vine creeping
sun weeping
the false truth you're seeking
don't stop feeling
blood congealing
communion squealing
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