God Machine

Strapped into the chair the needle now descends. As they lick their cracking lips their twitching never ends. Blood beneath their fingernails, swallow all my pain.

Graveflower

(Like Murder). Stoned I awoke in your temple. To blackness above you. And death beside me. (where) kitchen knives conspire. Razor blades make bloodless love.

Jezebel

Her throat is soft, her lips are red. Her thighs are white, her heart is dead. Jezabell. Red rope burns around her wrists. Her blood is cold a serpent's kiss.

Locust Spawning

New Corpse

[Dax: Check. I need more gain.]. The pagan flames burn through the night. Everything's mine. Blackness my whore I bleed the light. Everything's mine. I know my time is coming soon.

New Death Sensation

I wonder have you ever seen the sky. And felt this weight upon open eyes. New death sensation. Flesh flowers dream to bloom. Illumination. New death sensation.

Old Skin

Paegen Love Song

(yeah! alright!). Dying felt so goddamn good today. If I was ever alive well it's hard to say. It was kissing my eyelids and burning my face away. Dying felt so goddamn good today!.

Scream Of The Butterfly

A creature made of sunshine. her eyes were like the sky. rabbit howls like something old. as we twitch to a lullaby. the scalpel shines in god's sunshine.

The Blue

Across your face. I see what you are. You wanna kill the sun. Blot out the stars. I know you you're nothing. You're so small. You're fuckin nothing. Nothing at all.

The Bones Of Baby Dolls

Flower girls play lover. Grave games in the courtyard. I heard her. Screaming like a radio. Mary Lou left marks on you. She just screams at the walls.

The Mortician Flame

Hunter of tears, relative pain. Half of this world is dark with the stain. The stain of unknowing the dead flower buds. On smiling lips is innocent blood.

The Morticians Flame

Hunter of tears, relative to pain. half of this world is dark with the stain. the stain of unknowing the dead flowe buds,. on smiling lips is innocent blood.

Toubabo Koomi

We wanna see some blood, we need a new whore. We don't give a fuck we just want some more. We want blood. I'm gonna fuck the hole in Kennedy's head. Revolt deface resist.

Tranquilized

Sedated and lazy cold skies full of blue. The sun burns forever it reminds me of you. On your dead shore the sand is warm. She hides her tears and quickly lets it die.

Venus Blue

Creeping like frost. As slow as grave moss. Like drowning in dry. oceans of bone dust. I taste the wreckage of crumbling faces. I know the pale thing in the darkest of places.

What Color Is Death

The shade of an ice pick sinking into flesh. Sex-n-sex-n-sex-n-death. I don't want you I want your flesh. Close my eyes and dream of death. Slip away and take a breath.

Boris The Spider

[Originally recorded by The Who at Pye Studios, London in October 1966]. . Look, he's crawling up my wall. Black and hairy, very small. Now he's up above my head.

Bullet-ridden Bodies

In 1989 in New York city alone. 140 youths under the age of 18. Were gunned down. Gunned down. Bullet ridden bodies. The streets are the new battle fields.

Cut And Dried