oh no, i hear you coming down my hall no prints left behind stiff neck, first place you can find vanity, i only hope to bleed while we drag nails endlessly on thick skin eyes meet pores open, my mouth wide suck in brown bag septic clogs my silver phonic pyre lord i pray what it’s worth clasp our hands like we should chin grant slit of our veins air it out release reigns happy to feed false memories alter your sound and the riots won’t cease reach for flesh at the top of the stairs knowing well it comes to end your dreams of fame and fortune arise due to the plastic product you derived from work once great that now lives a lie but you don’t bat when you mounte banks for hire back to hesher black fates they won’t hold your boots of pleather up instead measure up listen- drag you through fields of glass chins up, safety first coats that you wish to wear tales of boredom spring forth and clench you some ability and spine whisper and purge the judge ripened purloins get yourself in to my radio get your bis quick you’re fucking with my dead collections i happy drag them in snap the neck off and tie a pretty bow this is where my gold bars rest at night in pieces everything feels alright grab a ticket, ticking wild ride we don’t steer fear at any time i don’t hear the lions move at night i just twist my foot to lock it tight you can bite, resist the weight, the knife you can force fuck rape me if you’d like field the questions from the children who are going to ask clear the shelf, you know a little bit of dusting goes far drop the carpet chopper cause i kinda cause a clutter call in my head, of course, cause i know that you don’t really care you’ve got records, i’ve just got a legacy to write the shades of painted faces too bright dripping over your quarter loafers i hope your pockets lined with bullshit flectors draw the crowd that will happy kiss you anyway and pull it, pull it, pull it, work that shit to skin and bone, you write your own cause no one knows what heavy loads my conscious holds when air it out man truth me told i won’t be caught dead my quiet rooms my glimpsing pictures of my corpse oh, get dirt upon your knee smile! it’s such a pretty house to own your platinum arches, you should know buried opus i’ll hold my own and gaze from Hell the gates of Hell might swallow, build a safe home i talk myself up again i carve another hidden gem i see what shit parades above i hear the greenhorns rising up feet are stomping through a drum in my bed fuck sorry players feet are stomping through a field in my yard take a number and wait forever you don’t tell me when the season surmounts ever rather have you keep score for the leechers you can’t tell me they don’t love to forgive and berid the gossip, praise my gifts when i’m dead and gone

black out the stage the body surfs sucking from a straw better raw getting off to dimly lit crowds earnest sounds now bent yellow hacking up bellow rounds lent to a bitch it bites your craft so sick serious delirium i’ll invite so we can laugh in the mirror watch me watch me hear me hear me cheer me cheer me embrace me embrace me touch me touch me pelt me pelt me cut me cut me kill me kill me kill me kill me sell me! sell me! sell me, bought my purple tailored suit for this night all i wanted gimme your hype it was round about three when the curtain came down everybody go home i really need to wallow in my hole alone the things i’ll do for you once did for me now make a mockery of all that you see stomp the rockery and rape its beauty blast the radio fading old loveless homes of records told fucking mold jokes that really don’t say much of anything ropes that constrict oh, just about everything put up at night another night pull out outback head towards the light “hey!” he says “you did real good, i’m gonna take a pamphlet for my wife!” “you should.” deep down that is where it hurts me reach down, don’t touch me where i’m yearning 1-2-3-4 fuck me if it’s understood oh, you’re here to take what you want make it quick to kick face as we leer upon the stage and smile through pain to ensure your grade A day in the house of the sun cop a glock to clog the snuff headless children have fun while the dancers trapped in cuffs flop upon the floor, they’re getting old we’ll stab and prod their oozing skulls their talents coming forth nine fold squirming genius, sinner’s fold beg, for more please beg us for more my whole fucking life for them it’ll wash upon the fucking shore

break yourself lips to the sky and sink all alone she’s let you down you woke up alone your titled waves bore down on her skin godspeed. why set our sights on burning seas? she’s got one in the oven and can count until three my travels into Limerence they proved uncanny for waves of dead sheep float upon my psyche reach in the back and pool my envy reach in the back and wield my interest wake yourself now hear them stirring neath the floorboards they’re splitting open we all got something it don’t mean nothing when cancer lovers grab hold, take over wake up before you die we can jump ship you just slide upon the bow to your God i don’t really know him well i can count heads women and children fall fast don’t let them touch the radio painting all alone with the promise of a home no shows for a ghost get yourself together if you want to have it all Katrina deserves all so she can desert all on and on and on it goes don’t you know what’s wrong when you stay up all alone craft pigment in your barn oh up in flames, set it off, transfer blame, getting off don’t you love the rush, i know you’d check out for her touch, tend her simple biting crush, for love wake up you’re dreaming please wake up we’re dreaming in houses of sun and sin feel yourself dreaming for more and more, more, more, more, more. get your pale tired self out my kingdom where oils they should lie your weight it’s done oh, sinking my iron no more oh, more, no more more, no more leaning off the edge of what we forged to save what i really love drowning with the piles of wood built by those who can understand dead swans in the water char black lesions suck and fuck bleed you killed him for dinner how could you my beatrice how i loved him