On doorsteps and in alleyways. I see these fools passed out. At any time of the day. Crashed out in a bed of piss. Empty bottle cradled in their arms..
You got this habit you just can't shake. There's not much more your body can take. So you jab that needle in your vein. Another load of dirt for your brain.
You're the filthy creature. Crouched in the shadows. Of a street light. Hunched over your catch. Shit, she's barely alive. Blood dried up and caked in her hair.
A heavy rain is pouring down. Upon the mourners gathered at your grave. Heads bowed in deadly silence. As the priest recites your eulogy. . Pounding nails into the lid of your coffin....
You say you're living an empty life. Your days filled with nothing but misery and strife. Nobody to call your own as you're slowly wasting away. In this rat-infested hole that you call home.
Alive among the lifeless. How many of us still survive?. Stranded in this hell. Cursed by the walking dead. . There's not much time left now. The sun has already begun to set.
Standing on a corner. In the middle of the night. His schizophrenic face. Shrouded in the smoke. Rising from the sewers. Beneath the streets. Cracked lips surrouded teeth.
Voices, do you, do you. Ever hear voices?. Do you ever hear voices. From the dark recesses of your mind?. . Voices, do you, do you. Ever hear voices?.
When I was a child. I spent hours in the back of a Dark Greyhound bus.. When I was a child. I heard ma father curse the witch. The neighborhood punchboard..
She came from the lake of eternal fire. With tears of blue oil on her cheeks. She sang ancient tunes in harmony. And danced through the mist in the fullmoon light.
Vortex of burning leaves dancing around the tables. A faceless man behind a goat-shaped mask,. Reading ancient fables. Stories from millenniums past, stories from our youth.
At the top of the mountain. I saw him cast a spell. invoking the daimons with his ancient bell.. He grabbes his rod and threw it into the sky,. and denied the existence of the father of lies..
There she stands by the chamber door,. even more beautiful than ever before.. Back from the dead, a mistress once adored,. Just imagine what those eyes have explored..
I'm the one who spatupon christ while I nailed him to the cross. I stood at the edge of the world and watched it burn. I've made love to Elisabeth Bathori in a filthy tub of virgin blood.
When the truth that lies beneath the surface is unveiled. When the shapes that nobody's ever seen become real. When it's possible to stand on the other side of a mirror.
Hail to thee, O Earth and Sea. From the depths of the flames, I hear them calling thy names. The names of the ancient daimons, the name of the one. I'm the immortal, I'm thy seventh son!.
The dungeons are calling our names,. inviting us to a masquerade in the flames,. once again lust will spread its wings. and carry us through the northern winds..
Your womb always bled the sweetest of blood. Let me taste it, let me smell your inner lust. Leaving bloody marks of my dried out lips. All around your vagina, down on your hips.