Seeking. Jan 11, 2003

Who is it that thwarts progress? How many curses have been cast?
How many have I cast?
(The universe folds when a wrong has been righted)

The flow of things is wanning. Energy escapes me.
Am I the fool that clings to pan? Frantically seeking repose?
Yearning to free the demons of the deep. Out of the cave with young horns in tow.
The trails been long and exits few.
Glorious sound evades me. Potent curse stays me.
salvation is fleeting horrid scenes breeding,
and the bullet rests in the heads of others.
My unannointed brothers.
the cult of depravity grows unbriddled
and this is my recital
failing to fall on receptive ears. failing to ease popular fears.

I have no ground to speak of I have no bed to rest.
Somewhere waits a maiden with my name within her breast.

Our visitors arrive bearing gifts
and plastic smiles to prove their miles.
do they know the test? will they fold with the universe?

their flowering I detest just like all the rest.....

seven ways exist to free yourselves of this.
Thin lines guard excess and the gateway of demise.
Will I ever rise?

A thud in the distance, A soft ressurection,
of something vile. something faceless.

And what was that they said?

Arrows,Arrows aim infliction,
into my hull comes the infection.
growing patiently. Kissing torment.
I am the cure that will ferment.

Tragic is the din of the hopeless... and we join them.

"Crawl with me" she whispers.
"Crawl like the dog you are"
" Are we going far?

Homes are unpleasant when your unwanted
streets are a refuge when youre alone.
when your dead, senses fail your head.
when your dead.
when your dead.
when your dead.

worlds fuck so freely. when your a traveler.
Everythings sinking. when you are sunk.
when your dead images fail your head.
when your dead.
when your dead.
when your dead.....

Faces are fruitless enforcing a strong hand
spines are so brittle and unaware.
when your dead
images fail your head.
when your dead.
when your dead.
when your dead.

Orpheus soothe me. come to my window
speak your wisdom into my skull.
tied to space w/no release.
let me be hermes your pain will cease.

I am your angel. your bitter angle.
seeking to stab at iron tangles.

let me be your prism.
let me be your ism.
let me be monstrous.
let me be me.

(The universe cracks and chance is born)

Probes on her skin coax solutions.
soaking in brilliance to inform evolution.
Stronger than steel. reinforcing the will.

Written on dust our conscience , our lust,
unchallenged and unsatiated reaches out to us.
Bind the crimson eyes.

Weeping on command. she cums. the death of her safety begun.
Leveled in anticipation, intent on procreation.

I spill the fluids of confession into the grail and I feast.
A grand feast?

Arthritic finger bends and cracks,
its eyes are sad.....
seeking feathered caves to rejuvinate
and no one is lending.

"Jesus,Jesus, on the cross.
Tell me again of your loss".

Lyrics for the Crowley Brigade Copyright VoLk 2003, Los Feliz, CA.