Juicy

Hey alright. That killer's overpaid. I never liked avenging angels. How good are they?. That killer's got it made. . Who's got the stones?. Who's gonna be the goat?.

I Is Us

Even in the wreck house of a promise. Even in the gem blow of an awe fist. Everyone's an air flow through the blonde dirt. Everyone's an asshole in the wonder.

Choice Cuts

music - Andrew LaBarre. lyrics - Ross Sewage. . Parasitic worm buried in a womb. Another being born for our abuses. To serve mankind, it need not grow up.

Carpe Mortem

Hell & Malfunction

One night I fell. Rolled over, caught some good air home. Above a deep, ferocious hillside. Hell and malfunction. We know, need, feel, want. We'll grow it in our mind's sun.

Blood Bath

[music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte]. [lyrics - Ross Sewage]. . Necrotic ooze poured from a carafe. Acquired for a blood bath. . In the morgue lies a treasure trove of lividous compounds decaying.

Good For Sule

Back To The Grave

[music - Ross Sewage]. [lyrics - Ross Sewage]. . Exhumed, debauched and consumed. My torpid flesh has been sullied by your spunk. And I have played privy to your necrotic whimsy.

All That Rots

[music - Leon del Muerte and Sean McGrath]. [lyrics - Sean McGrath]. . [solo: "Funerary Feast on the Recently Deceased" by S.C. McGrath]. [solo: "Manic Rottraphagia" L.d. Muerte].

God Rocket

Undertow, you're thrown. An old God has one bolt left. In flight. An aeroplane in slow motion. While all around are dark days. With all around unsure.

Gargantua

Earth, Sky & C.

Given good ground to walk around. It would mean so much to me. To see things for my still young self. Or else, I might not believe. . Whatever people say in their own ways.

Cloud Pump

Choke

Rev high. Bend low and free the dead word. When I stand up and feel the head burst. When I stand out I'll hold it under. When I stand down I won't be down for long.

Blacksox

Basketball

I'm barefoot, I'm bristling. Solitude on my rooftop, solid. Like there's no more stars. Staring at me. . Who's out there?. I can see the girl. Across the way.

Autumn On Drugs

Victim

In a cosmic space we seek. Nothing but pain and disease. We ran out of Earth. To find peace and wood. A voyage to eon. Takes more than we can live. Thanks to this well find.

Another Sunday

Sunday, always hard to get to sleep. When weird noises are implying threats. On cold sheets, I sweat. . On any other day. It's all rest and flowers. And a long night of nothing.

And The Experience

Snowin' in July. My girl's mouth on my toes. Complainin' old ghosts. In bedsheets of love. . Christmas in my legs. A strange start to summer. But I gave it all up.