Founds total 14 songs
Trojan Whore
Half in darkness she stands in a dress. Of shrapnel, smoke and torn flags. Dragging off cigarettes of human skin. Eyes like cracked eggshells empty as life.
Torquemada
Experimentation as roadblock. Let us halt the goose-stepping. Of their absurd asexual revolution. Please explain the fascist math equation. . For converting first person worship.
Starbelly
Dear everything, today I witnessed. A crucifixion in pink and lavender and gold. I've heard people say that beauty is in details. But I don't think they have ever seen you.
Snuff Film At Eleven
This is an advertisement for the skin machine. Paid for by the people that supply the lash. For these pointless acts of self-flagellation. The vultures are made up like mockingbirds and they're circling.
Seven And Thirteen
The trivial little things left in your wake. Are beloved terminally infected limbs. It is not the firing squad but the blindfold. That makes us tense.
Scatology Homework
They heckle the gunshy assassin, led away in shame. The chameleon is my favorite animal. I learned that boys in dresses are okay on the last day of school.
Pornographic Memory
An entire year of you. In a single speck of blood. The gun smiles your smile. And the razor whispers your name. . They are just frigid hands. From the other side of the world.
Naked Trees
Once colorful dreams now swing. Like dead paratroops from the naked trees. Your sky lips and snow skin are sugar. For the carrion perched high atop the naked trees.
Martyr To The Plague
Why purchase respect when terror is on sale. Reverse nightstick butt fuck. At some point protection and domination became synonymous. And somewhere theres a bullet on its way to your face pig.
Honeymoon
I always thought it fitting. The way they chose the next victim. With a bouquet of dying flowers. And how happy they appeared. As they ducked into the smiling hearse.
Ghost Of A Bullet
Fingerprints on my eyes like ten tiny maps to heaven. Or ten rogue angels torching the house of God. I fell something pressing against my kidneys. Maybe a pair of wings, maybe the ghost of a bullet.
Elfin
I am content in the wooden half of ventriloquism. With fingers up the back of my shirt. Sifting through the well-camouflaged. Maggots flakes of your urine taste.
Delusional Supremacy
Single-file lemmings prepare the mandate in effect. Simply a testament to our gullibility. Each pull of the lever lends credibility. To an institution which we can only repaint never reconstruct.
Cheerleader Corpses
Semen tastes like gunmetal she said smiling. The arms of boys drowning in fire reaching for the rungs of my rib cage. These pills I take in the witching hour.
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