Ceremonial Gasmask

Concussion doesn't sideline, but recharges. Now you're in a world of shit. Listen to the night as it hovers overhead. Can you hear it laughing?. . Draw the joker card.

Ceramic God Product

i stare out my window and into yours.. looking for something to fuck myself to.. either change the channel or pull the fucking shade.. its all bad t.v. with nothing but bad t.v. in-between..

Center Of The Hive

Encoded transmissions spun out of control. Bring the purging insurrection of false consciousness. Custodians of the agenda secure the contaminated areas.

Burning Social Interest

I prefer starting forest fires. To the company of others. Fuck acceptance. For this crap sake of breathing. . Investing in friends. To be some freeloading turd.

Bullshit Gets Up And Walks Around

bullshit gets up and walks around.. bullshit gets shot..

Bong Hit Wonder

Bombs With Butterfly Wings

They implanted bombs in their stomachs. And then they started to talk. Their tummies would feel funny. They knew the bombs were activated.

Black Metal Transvestite

Black metal is gay as a Catholic priest. Slouching toward Gomorrah. Face painted like Gene Simmons at Halloween. With a tongue up some kids rump looking for candy.

Will To Bleed

I will destroy myself.. Content to burn forever in this Hell you've made.. This is finality.. . I will destroy myself.. My body torn to pieces, yet I feel no pain..

We Bury Our Dead At Dawn

Their whispers become like cries. Tears fall from blinded eyes. Ninety-nine have burned as embers. Ninety-nine have lost their lives. Tired arms now fight for life.

Vivid

The Lines Of Suicide

My heartstrings cease to strain. I've acquired a taste for poisoned lips. Drank deep of this disease in me. Adored with prying eyes. Beneath a mask made of flesh and thorns.

The Darkest Red

I bleed this blasphemy, this sin that courses through my veins. It burns beneath the scars of my decay. This suffering, These fingers claw against my flesh. I pray for this touch that takes away my breath. I pray for death..

The Damned

Songs made of whispers silent screams. Like a choral of the dead needles. Prick the softest skin. And the breeze scream blood lust. . These eyes gazing over the hilltops burning red.

Old Scratch

On broken knees I'll crawl to taste the blood spilled from your veins.. Like suicide, bloodshed and blasphemy we die.. . Let the angels above me pour their wrath down upon me..

Unstoppable Force

RAGING about us. The signs of war are coming,. SPACE migrator. Your presence ever, haunting.... . Bloodpools of tears. The gods cursed forever,. The walls of Giza.

Traveller

In every living thing. In this planet has an aura. The area that you are discussing now. Is the aura of this planet. . It is the communicative channel to which.

Traveler

In every living thing. In this planet has an aura. The area that you are discussing now. Is the aura of this planet. . It is the communicative channel to which.

The Day Of Guyana

Ten Fists Of Nations

Create the hate, cause the cancer. Siphon life and paralyze. Enforce the peace, give medication. Convincing man to compromise. . A modern Christ, a new Messiah.