There's a place we hide true selves. Shine them into golden awe. Clandestine, I, charade, shadow the midnight. Hide, muddle the meaning, Hide, muddle the meaning.
She longs for peace, it's her revenge. She's a stark white pale horse rider and hell's just around the bend. She's kids to raise, she got bills to feed.
Call my friends to share some wine. To share some laughs and last goodbyes. My photographs of these years. Will make me laugh through the tears. . What are the odds, what are the odds?.
Yeah, cross my heart and hope to die. It will only end in tears, eye for an eye, for an eye. If beauty is only skin deep. Then thankfully I am blind. Cross my heart and hope to die.
(Solo: Intumescence of pulverized piles). Wart-encrusted sebaceous growth. Pustulating, bleeding piles are what I boast. Scabby and blistered pectoral skin flakes away.
Excised and anatomized, Deviscerated disarray. The torso diverged with pride. Deftly amputated, avulsed limbs now defunct. The trunk imbrued, tatty stumps used as lungs.
(Music: Steer). (Lyrics: Walker). Raised in a nursery of crumbling brick. Rusted iron, cracked stone and steel. Nurtured in a barren concrete crib. In a playground of grey, your fate is sealed.
(Music: Steer). (Lyrics: Walker). Striking up my discordant underture. A carnal cacophony perversely penned. Transposed...and decomposed. On strings fashioned from human twine.
Multifarious carnage. Meretriciously internecine. Sublime enmangling steelbath. Of escheated atrocities. . Enigmatic longanimity. Of ruminant mass graves.
The pungent aroma Of hot, bubbling, molten gristle. Blends with the stench of hot, singeing flesh soldered to liquid muscle.. As the cornea is pierced and fried sizzling retina.
Desensitizer. Carbine Mortiser. Brain Paralyzer. Cold and Rational. Premeditated Death Sanitizer. . Aimed accles and shelvoke cash. The cranium punctured penetrated and mashed.
The inset of rigor mortis, ulcerous corruption and decay. Saponified fats lather as soap as you slowly eat yourself away.... Organs savaged by rotten enzymes, rennin and rancorous cysts.
We wonder are you ready to join us now?. Hands in the air, we will show you how. Come and try, Caramell will be your guide (be your guide). So come and move your hips singing wah ha ha.
well i'm out of your bones,. and trying to set the oceans free.. slide down the avenue.. the car is parked there.. . dining of the days, like a hand of cards..
smiling sunshine, pass the days by. kicking cans in my backyard. blue balloons and yellow bellies. throwing stones at sunken cars. we get home we smell like spring.
dark colors attract like, like fly paper. heat moves in the veins through the blood and the veins in the bloodstream. and we wonder where it lives. and wonder where we're going.
Poor old Captain Bleeding Heart is down in the dumps today. He doesn't know why and she doesn't say why. He just hopes that she will wait. So poor old Captain Bleeding Heart had another bout today.
He drew a circle that shut me out. He was afraid of what love was all about. Whenever I saw him he'd be there inside him. Locking his heart in a place to hide it.
Can't stop dancin'. Just because the music's gone. Hey hey, can't stop dancin', no just because the band. Has packed up and gone home. . Can't stop dancin' just because the music's gone.
Every time. I looked at the girl and said. "Would you be mine?". She just shook her head. And I'm alone again. How pathetic I have been. Sometimes. It's better to choke out the words.