The Night Is Magic

The night is magic, really magic. The night is magic baby. The night is magic, come on get ready for my love. The night is magic, really magic. The night is magic baby.

Turn Of The Century

11:59 and it's all going well, the next second could be our last. This is the moment we've all waited for, to see if the world's gonna' pass. The seer and the psychic, the prophets of doom, are saying the world is at end.

Tonight I Fly

She worked so hard for Hollywood. Papers signed at immigration. Left her country and home for good. Last destination. . *Tonight I will fly. This night I will fly.

Trocar

[music - Leon del Muerte]. [lyrics - Sean McGrath]. . Impacted tissue is riddled with clots. Morbidly studying your gross anatomy. Perinium is sullied with moldering pus.

The Young And The Ruthless

It doesn't really matter to the kid any more. No it doesn't really matter at all. It doesn't really matter to the kid any more. No it doesn't, doesn't, doesn't.

Three Days Old

The poetry of this hangover. I don't want to think, not hard anyway. The scenery and fish, they're bad. Take another breath, another look and swallow.

To Die For

[music - Andrew LaBarre]. [lyrics - Ross Sewage]. . A liturgist in the realm of filth and gore. Augean bard of sculapian deviance. Fables I've made, sick stories I've parlayed.

The King Is Rising

every morning on the evening news. I hear the same ol' story someone singing the blues. disaster striking out and you're not ready. California quakes and the Midwest floods.

Theatre Of Operations

The Future Is Black

in the streets of San Francisco up in Washington, D.C.. there's a movement that's crossing all the lines. while we speed into the future,. the deceiver plants the seeds.

The Universe In You

It's just a thing with you. A spacious place. Infinite. Dangerous. Promising. Black with white. This night. Years of tears, emotion. Held like so... inside.

Tears In The Eyes Of The World

In the silence of the night, can you hear the cries?. Can you feel suffering?. . In the eyes of young America, the tears begin to fall. The streets are filled with predators and broken hearts.

The Worms Crawl In

[music - Sean McGrath]. [lyrics - Ross Sewage]. . My temple subjected to third world rigors. Mites, lice, and chiggers. Fcal particulates undermining hygeine.

The Mothers

Listen to the mothers. A surreal sound of eight-legged groove. A serving of today's psychadelicacy. . And when you embrace this sonic mural. We will be together, our spirits mad survivors.

The Hippocritic Oath

The Dead Shall Dead Remain

Our hypothesis carried out on mortal remains. Real-life application tests our conjectures. It seems despite our scientific progress. All we've proven is our abject failures.

Too Sad To Cry

I'm too sad to cry, you won't find a tear in my eye. My baby's gone and hurt me so. I'm way too sad to cry. I'm too tired to die, though my heart has just waved me goodbye.

Tainted Love

Sometimes I feel I've got to. Run away I've got to. Get away. From the pain you drive into the heart of me. The love we share. Seems to go nowhere. And I've lost my light.

The Prophet

Candle casts a growing shadow. on the carved wooden wall. I look the dark behind the window. and write the vision that I saw. . In my eyes the revelation.

The Cold Northwind

As a stranger I wandered to this place. I was self-confident but afraid. Crimes shadowed my way. . I flee from long arm of law. I used to run but now I crawl.