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Clockwork
A monster used to chase me. Used to jump from the top of my stairs. I used to sit in the rain on the wet leaves. On top of the shed roof. (If my mother knew).
L'excessive
Je n'ai pas d'excuse,. C'est inexplicable,. Mme inexorable,. C'est pas pour l'extase, c'est que l'existence,. Sans un peu d'extrme, est inacceptable,.
Regurgitation Of Giblets
Coughing up a mixture. Of mucus, phlegm and bile. The sordid sight of burning flesh. Your stomach is reviled. . Spew up your sanguined guts. In your wooden box.
Clannanhide
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.
L'amour
L'amour, hum hum, pas pour moi,. Tous ces "toujours",. C'est pas net, a joue des tours,. Ca s'approche sans se montrer,. Comme un tratre de velours,. Ca me blesse, ou me lasse, selon les jours.
Reek Of Putrefaction
Snorting the stench of latent effluvium. And maturing damp fumes. This foul menage forces tears to your eyes. As the corpse's gas are exhumed. . Intoxicated by foul body odors.
J'en Connais
J'en connais des qui charment,. Des qui me laissent femme,. J'en connais qui me pment.... J'en connais des jolis,. Des qui roulent comme des filles,. Des qui me piquent mes bodys....
Cinnamindy
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.
R**k The Vote
(Music: Walker). (Lyrics: Walker). Hands in another's pocket. The bed they make. Is not the one in which they lie. The same old faces. The same old establishment.
Ballade At Thirty Five
This, no song of ingnue,. This, no ballad of innocence;. This, the rhyme of a lady who. Followed ever the natural bents.. This, a solo of sapience,. This, a chantey of sophistry,.
At Last The Secret Is Out
At last the secret is out,. As it always must come in the end,. The delicious story is ripe to tell. To tell to the intimate friend;. Over the tea-cups and into the square.
Changeless
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?.
Pyosisified (rotten To The Gore)
The lingering scirrhus begins to harden. As the insides fall prey to putrefaction. Rotting tissue turns to mush and pulp. As your mind is torn by encephalitis.
Tied
What am I supposed to do if I run out of time. Where am I supposed to go if I can't follow the light. How am I supposed to know if this all is true. How am I supposed to know if I can't talk to you.
Bright Lights
How was I to know? How was I to feel?. You're leaving all the lights on, you want me to reveal. Everything that I hide from the bright light's glow. Letting everything go to live beyond the shadow of a doubt.
Pyosified (still Rotten To The Gore)
The lingering scirrhus begins to harden. As the insides fall prey to putrefaction. Rotting tissue turns to mush and pulp. As your mind is torn by encephalitis.
Afternoon
When I am old, and comforted,. And done with this desire,. With memory to share my bed. And peace to share my fire,. . I'll comb my hair in scalloped bands.
Stop
(Verse 1). Everyday, after school, during class, in the hallway. people's faces slowly breaking. why does nobody care. . (Bridge). And I look around. to people laughing, people pushing.
Blue Ridge Laughing
Caught a red moon rise, brought me to our lives. We used to drive this blue ridge laughing. The red star is Mercury or Venus to tell the truth, don't really know.
Pungent Excruciation
Sanguinary disinterment. Necrobiotic rash. Gnawing, throbbing anguish. The gullet is now mashed. . Pungent excruciation. Flesh mummified by lice. Amputated contusion.
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