wash away the filth. the lights are gone and the world is nuclean. come with me take my hand. we all must be purged to reach the promised land. . believe my lies.
falling. like autum leaves. like tears. over dresden. fire storm. in my heart. no fears. now the western. culture. sees its end. what use. to fantasize.
The curse of freedom bears the plague of splintered truth. One God becomes a million and then they all become fraud. Kneel down to be righteous, kneel down for the Lord.
obey. look my way. the spastic freedom. that we all crave. . a voice speaks. . of blind date. with another state. of mind and the world. now he looks my way.
A palace of crystal on a postament of slime. Rule of refinement, rats in the cellar. Restless and climbing as slime and mud come. Flooding. Grace greased by ingratitude and greed.
frivolous leaking. of nuclear power plants. explodes the market. of mongoloid chants. . who's next for charity. keep in line. crumbs are tasty. when intensions are fine.
Ashes - my trusty bed. Unhurt me now if you can. filling the skies - splendour. Provider so sue-serene. now maudlin now bellicose. no souvenirs - minion.
Nature. Splatter. Kinship. Mating. . I am the speaker. I am nothing but the speaker. I follow my kin. Logic kills by purity. This is the truth. As reduced to pecking order.
hooray-let's go. all gods of iron must suffer corrosion. there is but one truth so no pairs can thrive. fear of damnation - preserve what is pure. mom & dad: implosion.
the long due union of east and west. freedom and peace brought on peaople's request. but the halo is solied and the cabbage's gone sour. teuton tantrums and a world to devour.
Mawkish vulture undigniflies. Call him uncle and he will rise. from the newsstand mediate crapitation. . Face me down. Death your crown. Bring your waffle and raffle.
Vitaminimal escape from parity. stole my nightmares to distribute for charity. Discouraged option to request amends. severe reprisal from gore-texR and friends.
answer me. the world looks black. fabricate. a world of facts. victim due. . bleed for me. entertainment. weaponry. . nothing seen. less we know. the freaks themselves.
Souls are crushed. With a brittle sound. Like crumbs are crushed. When a table's undone. Their blood was their wine. Their mind was their meat. Here they sat.
Are You covered? Are You under this stone?. Can I call You? Can I see You alone?. Will You show up? Is it Your place or mine?. Are we friendly? What You seek You shall find,.
always is the time to eat. watch yourself growing out of your seat. watch the cherish of parental love. flow all down the drain. . you used to be family's pride.
Their voices. I writhe. Bereft of silence. My soul can't hide. I cower. No rule applies. My former masters. Now dethroned. . Sounds of laughterpandemonic.
Vessels sink, men go under. I don't wanna die, it feels like cancer. A bridge-collapse, a train that flies. I'm scared of the screams that fill the skies.
From the pikes of the Inkas,. from the abysses of Pamir. From the Alps of the Old world,. some things are clear, some things are not. In the high mountain air I feel bright when I ain't.
At the end of history Mengele's smiling. Trading tanks and Stukas for piss or mucus. Or whatever the substance will do for the tests. Where the human material is purified to its best.