Host

...as its temple. and its victim. my blood runs. on marble floors. just like some. insane circulation. back into. my coroded. heart....

America In Heaven (there's No)

I heard a small man say that God. is on our side.. I don't think in heaven. that they're waving the stars and stripes.. It seems a simple mind, feeds the foolish man..

Grin (nails Hurt)

...peace. means. to reload. a gun....

$20 Bill

[Mind full of lies is a liars mind. We moved ahead but left the truth behind.. They say the truth will set you free,. but they don't know their history..

Divine Step (6:22)

This is the last hit. Your heart will beat. Into this world.... This is the first step. Your soul will take. Up to the sky.... No time to pray 'cos you.

Die By My Hand

Shining metal, arc of light. Red eyes, smell of fear. Deep cut, red stream. On white skin, in slow motion. . Stop time, close your lips. Keep the word, lay down and sleep.

D O A

I thought I would go to the sea and shrink down very tiny. And slide inside the telephone wire that runs under the briny. Till I found there is a way of crawling to the U.S.A..

Coma

Falling down, entering nowhere. Between our world and realm of death. I'm a drifter through unknown lands. Search for an exit out of this place. . The [Incomprehensible] life so fragile it was heard as.

Caveat (to The Comming)

I went down to the station, just to take a ride. I went down to the station, just to take a ride. Found myself on a flatcar, yesterday behind. . Pullin' out from the platform, there was no brass band.

Arc-lite

Absorbed (3:43)

I have to forget, push things from my head. I've got to leave that past of blood and tears. My brain injected, information infected. I'm absorbed, lost in my storm.

About Life (5:18)

In a world. Where we think. That we've seen. Everything. In a world. Where we think. That we rise above. All things. In a time. That is so fast. You have to run.

Unearthly Dreamins

Meadows of the Motherland,. your farmers ashes sown. by fallen stars,. bear mankind another strand. of unearthly dreamings grown. from earthly scars..

The Purest Land

Ive slit the throats. of clergymen and governors.. Those bloated swine. May their screams unhinge. a thankless crown.. . O King! See your soldiers. scrape at the algae growing.

The First Man

Dream into being.. . Ancestors eternal,. two giants fraternal,. wielding stone knives.. Upon shapeless bodies,. the All-Fathers follies,. they carve human lives..

Rain Follows The Plow

"To Hell with Boston's urban sprawl,". said I to you, dear wife.. "We'll hitch our wagon to the Western call,. Give the children a better life.. For what's now sand,.

Junta

What horrors we wage. in the light of day,. bodies left decaying. for the world to see.. . Conakry,. September, two thousand nine.. Mose Dadis,. junta chief, will not resign.

Funambulist

None speak of the pious in history:. Notre Dame conquered by a pote maudit.. Beyond Frances gendarmes and butchery. rose my twin-eyed concrete Babel staring.

A Howling Dust

The soil here is hard in summer. so I buried my father in a tomb of rocks,. a plot behind St. Catherines church. to lay rest the gilded dreams of pitiable men..

A Dance Of Elk Entwined

The Northern Wind over Glacier Park. carries the musk of the elken rut:. An ammonia stench, thick with lust,. the scent of battle, death and conquest..