strung by vein to running mouth your whispers are the catalyst somebody. please breath lies my blood's not thick enough I can't hear my heart beat. when you shut up still waiting for last rites still waiting on a goodbye.
Pressed the seven sequenced silver panic buttons,. The distress calls that fall on a distracted short-wave signal.. A metronome timed to my panic stricken breathing.
Tonight the cinema's the treatment clinic where the perverts seek the cure.. Show me the rape scene one more time for the cause. And I promise we'll. behave like perfect christians. We'll sing the glory of the gospel for some.
Tonight the cinema's the treatment clinic where the perverts seek the cure. Show me the rape scene one more time for the cause and I promise we'll behave like perfect christians. We'll sing the glory of the gospel for some whiskey and a skin flick. Hallelujah. All rise. Hollow be my name. In this kingdom we come without calling. Hallelujah. The violence and the choir, the virgin and the fire. Up to her neck in tongues. Lovely, so lovely is Ludwig Van. Electronic sonata pumped through the mud of a one night stand. The saints in regalia whistling while they rape. Lid clamps in vitamins. Lift up her skirt and I'll be cured, like a junkie with a methadone addiction thinks he's clean. I'll be cured. Sit down and watch closely. All these whores have conceded the war. She said "you might be sick, but you feel alright to me." Turn it off. That's enough, I promise I'm better. Healed at the horror show..
The great American mischief has muted our hearts and our rhythms are met with the inharmonious grunts of electric guitars. It's all but too much. Nobody out there believes the obscene are reprieved.
Oh Lord I am saved. Judge says I am fit to swing. 'Bout time I have prayed. My woman just might wear my ring. . Oh you know I'm no good. You know I'm no good.
Where the air hangs like the static of a dead end radio. I'm waiting with a frozen pulse. Crawl into an empty womb, don't raise these dead. They've found their God in soil.
You've heard the voice of God, solely. Everything is so clear to you, reload for the greater good. Focus, throw us at the feet of the fools. You don't know how lucky you are that your life is so characterless.
I should have drown in the flood with the rest. I had the chance. The current was pitiless. And proof of man was wiped from the face of earth. The song, the dance.
Sever the nerve, the skin, the scale. Gather your bones from beyond the pale. Come out of the wild and into the world. Burn all the books, put out your eyes.
This isn't at all unpleasent. I'm enchanted by the lavish ballet, and I'll whistle the tune all the way to the gallows that I heard at the cabaret. At the sheriff's singal, the orchestra moves the floor. Don't it make you feel wonderful? Body twisting strictly ballroom. Criminally elegant ideal postured Viennese waltzer I'm dressed to kill. I'm weightless and well rehearsed. In my godless opera my character is canonized. Unhand me. This is a musical and nothing goes wrong. Can't keep the classics out of the head of the masochists. Strike up the band. It's 245 beats for a measure or 5 beats for 6 steps on alternating feet. The show must go on. Never mind the teeth and the fingernails, the show must go on. I don't feel at all like I thought I would, but I could probably go on like this forever. Tonight we dance, for tomorrow they release the dogs. 1,2,3. 1,2,3. Keep it up. 1,2,3. Savor it. Where is my head? Where is my heart? Everything vanishes.
I'm a great oasis. Yeah I'm a mirage. I'm a beam of old light from a vanquished star and I'll only guide you into the dark. I'm a parasite with a tapeworm.
Looking forward to a flatlined love affair the comfort of a dire. Lovesickness I've come to cherish bed sores and the salt in my own tears my. Beautiful affliction your kiss festers like a boil I find myself ugly in.
We've drained full confession booths. Polluted drinking wells with our repentances. And then stood grinning with our arm. Around our shoulders of a rotting child.
Forget everything I'm about to say.. It's important you appear startled.. I didn't survive the crash.. . This is nothing personal.. I just had to stop shaking..
Marched from a burning ship into a rained out parade. With a bottle and a Bible the dregs are armed to the teeth. We traded distinction and praise for the tedious claim.
Pay no mind to the stranger in the 4 a.m.. He's not the one we know and he knows. I slept through the war you waged with him for a little bit. Until he cracked your bones and you had to let go.
The amateur camera captures her motion perfectly.. As the strangle knot that she wears on her wrists.. The trunk preserves the new scent of the princess skin..
Stutter step to the beat of a disparaged lover. Dumb and pulsing we've become. The bedroom door is an old black lung. It's arrhythmic. Uninviting and pliable.
Drifting on refuse paraded through the town square. Waving to the families of victims of the flood. Straddling the front door of a Catholic orphanage.