Only Theatre of Pain
Cavity - First Communion
lets skirt the issue of discipline lets start an illusion with hand and pen
re-read the words and start again accept the gift of sin
the gift of ... pleasure is bleeding to smother the words
the four walls drain me dry of all imagination
crying out to be told to stand still crying out to be told to stand still
the price of red death is the price of true love
the black queen jumps through my skin the king of hearts is waiting for me
close to home someone's shooting outside
trigger finger's itchy another moving target
more blood on your surplice more blood for the price of red death
nailing you to the wall
nailing you to the Spanish mystic
nailing you to the wall
three shots ring out to scream
who wants to play Roman soldier that lives inside of me
perennial artist what do you see what do you see?
my secret fear of being alone
i sit and hold hands with myself I sit and make love to myself
I've got blood on my hands I've got blood on your hands
blood on our hands blood
Figurative Theatre
in the shallow holes of a thousand eyes
in the knee-deep graves of future survivors
the fleshless guests live off children of the past
their aging fingers cast the shadow of death
their razor sharp tongues invite to relax
as they slip the skin on your eyelids back
invasive spectators get into the act
with roses and candles silver knives and spoons
persona read women dance with priests on a side road
your vision perspectives are turning to stone
cabaret slide shows start shooting their loads
act one is the end, the show now begins
breath ballet prancers spin on porcelain backbones
a child's muddied cry turns to hilarity
ungracious freeloaders leave their dead on a doorstep
flowers of doom all bloom in prosperity
luxuries of past days are luxuries of our days
luxuries of past days are luxuries of our days
Burnt Offerings
fresh night, perfect insanity very dark, placid skies bring an end
no moon shining like the untouched ass of the boy next door
feeling the first impressions of a strange drug
Set: the leathery skin of a female straddling a furnace illuminates in blue
hands melt against its surface feel no pain kiss the burner; lips fall away
blood runs down the insides of her thighs
she tightens her grip on one last exaggerated movement
then falls to the ground a pile of ashes
the furnace stands triumphant over the mound
the next in line, a young boy approaches
he is assaulted by the flames shooting out like sharp tongues
of hungry animals of a hungry animal
the disciple now crouches in the belly of God his second skin removed
the boy lay sodomized and tired
Mysterium Iniquitatis
sevlesmeth pleh ohw esoth spleh dog
sevlesmeth pleh ohw esoth spleh dog
sevlesmeth pleh ohw esoth spleh dog
dog!
ereth si on ytic fo dog
ereth si on ytic fo dog
its only theatre of pain its only theatre of pain
its only threatre of pain its only theatre of pain
only theatre of pain only theatre of pain
only theatre of pain only theatre of pain
surrogate mother surrogate father uoy era my dlich
i ma uoy uoy era em i ma uoy uoy era em, uoy era em
its only theatre of pain its only theatre of pain
only theatre of pain only theatre of pain peru resh!
ahis zyxur li peru resh ahis zyxur li peru resh
ahis zyxur li peru resh ahis zyxir li peru resh
reficul!
Dream for Mother
dreaming about her mother dying my mind is set at ease
number the bodies in the mortal world spreading disease
nodding acquaintances to be sure making "him" a household world
introduce realism: the eye of the beholder
final resting places of many would be heros
in a New York City park after dark
the time of clinical death is fixed
dont be frightened necrophiliac relationship during the freezing process
not the murders grisly attitude
crossed above my head to protect it from the rocks
palliations for a weaker sex palliations for a weaker sex
im avoiding what I can see im dreaming about her dying
Stairs - Uncertain Journey
lucifer! perish - I recall sin
lucifer! Perish - I recall sin
satan be satan be
this is the city of god
this is the city of god
ereth si on ytic fo dog
nmad eth eman fo dog
ahis zyxur il ahis zyxur il
ahis zyxur il ahis zyxur il
pray to the mother pray to the father
pray to the mother pray to the father
satan be
satan be who art in heaven
satan be hallowed by thy name
satan be thy kingdom come
satan be thy will be done
satan be on earth
satan be as it is in heaven
satan be satan be gone
lucifer! perish - I recall sin
lucifer perish - I recall sin
ereth si on ytic fo dog
Spiritual Cramp
incurable disease on the day of rest
im walking on water in a sea of incest
I've got the image of Jesus embedded in my chest
i cant leave home without my bullet proof vest
killing myself for the perfect honeymoon
fighting with scorpions tied round my neck
i hear the pitter patter of a killer on the loose
children use their fingers instead of words
crosses burn our temples on Slaughter Avenue
it takes too much time to say "I refuse"
time is digging graves for the chosen few
children dig the graves of me and you
describe the illness I'll prescribe the cure
start your two day life on a two day vacation
I've got a spiritual cramp going for my ribs
those gangsters toting guns are shooting spikes in my wrist
children use their fingers instead of words
fingers bury children under the boards
i can die a thousand times but I will always be here
with the powder skull secrets of forgotten years
the hangman's noose is drenched with bloodstained tears
my hands are the killers that concern my fears
jesus won't you touch me come into my heart
where the hell are you when the fire starts?
on a mission of the father to reduce the gates of hell
the ivory bone eyed mother's flesh is starting to swell
i'm setting twenty-two tables for the funeral feast
Satan is by far the kindest beast
Romeo's Distress
burning crosses on a nigger's lawn
burning dollars what's a house without a home?
dance in your white sheet glory dance in your passion
talk about sugar on the six fingered beast
conversations about holes in your hand
walk through the garden of man's desire
conversations about the kingdom of fire
what's that moving in the basement?
what's that moving in the attic?
who's that walking in the shadows?
who's that walking in the streets?
kiss on my hand after dark
hand for a kiss after dark
kiss on my hand
romance in sequence harmful to the blind
burning hearts through the top of your skull
dance in your white sheet glory dance in your passion
your days are numbered with love in your eyes love?
pull down the sheets take off your clothes
get out of bed i'm so tired
Ressurection - Sixth Communion
the ceremony cradles my head in trance
i brush dust from my teeth
fleeing hands and spider plead for salvation
they wash the clawed feet of a priest
ritual mockery rectified doubt
i'm holding with arms wide open
sleeping endless sleep on a bed of nails
wake me up with your kiss
i'm waiting for consummation
i'm waiting for confrontation
I’m waiting for contemplation
waiting for a place to lay my body down
the proud encasing of another soul buried deep 'neath the shroud
flourished with the venom of the serpent's son
i close my eyes, retreat
the prayer hand lays down on the edge of my sleep
sister death in leper's guise
through crimson eyes of the holy ones all will learn to see
invitations are invocations to the bloody red sheets
the circle is broken by the silence a sacrifice of one
resurrection - past reflection
revelation - last discretion
confessions - confessions
incomplete resurrection
Deathwish
i see the end, and I see the end
well it was open so I crawled inside
someone up ahead was crying, someone up ahead was dying
lost in the darkness, lost in today ...
you can only lose it to your mind,
you've got to lose it to your mind
waves and waves of tranquility hit hard on your innocence
discarding all that was before let's crawl inside ...
la virginal souls devoured without shame,
we lick our lips clean, so clean
no one outside knows, no one outside knows
what it means to me, to be, set free
you can only lose it to your mind,
you've got to lose it to your mind
waves and waves of tranquility hit hard on your innocence
discarding all that was before let's crawl inside ...
Dogs
have the virgins of their honesty, purity
we move like vandals down darkened streets
and talk like dime store novels
shining blackness in our one track eyes
shining blackness in our one track minds
shining blackness in our one track eyes
just like ghosts on lightened corners
just like cannibals, we must be starving
we're the drug-laced scandals of society, with their churlish wretches
we watch the graves and go for the bones
of beloved ancestors and blessed saints
deepest darkness in our blackened hearts
got no time for you bleeding hearts
deepest darkness in our blackened hearts
got no time for you bleeding hearts
it comes with nights of loneliness
it comes on nights of choruses
you're going to die and go straight to hell Hell!
Desperate Hell
INTRO [on Iron Mask]:
"loneliness is to live in a world with no one there
you fall on your knees in prayer, asking God for rescue
no one there, I shall die as my years drag by
oh, why? why me Lord?"
i hear the ratters and tatters of home
kick over the buckets all the wells run dry
i can see but I don't care
nothing is the best gift you can find
Peru Resh
on my past suffering, the voices at last smothering
to hell with your excuses, what do you know of desperation
you people never feel the pain,
of dark eyed angels in desperate hell
i hear the ratters and tatters of home
throne over the edge, my eyes are dry
i sit in the darkness of my own device
and search my soul for a paradise
Peru Resh
eat my flesh and drink my blood
tomorrow I’ll be crucified
eat my flesh and drink my blood
tomorrow I’ll cry
tomorrow I’ll die
Skeleton Kiss
scratch, scratch strip me bare
i think of angels and rotting corpses
i'm retiring in the corner
five more minutes and we'll all be dead
five more minutes and we'll all be dead
skeleton closets close up tight
perfect illness gone clear of life
in the frightening presence
nailed to a heart felt decision
if God comes today I'll meet you in hell
well I’ll meet you in hell
will I meet you in hell?
yes I’ll meet you in hell
look in the eyes of the six fingered beast
precaution is a cancer spreading to your cage
blue light beauty's got it's victim by the tail
see beginners on a bed of nails
won't you wake me up with your kiss
and give me one moment of bliss, one moment of bliss
flesh to bone is a purity process
touch, touch before the fall before the fall, before the fall
[five more minutes and we'll all be dead]
temptaion is food,
open your mouth and accept it
open your mouth and accept it
the Path of Sorrows
Psalm [Maggot's Lair]
after murder, we encounter the great mystery
that which surpasses the human experience, the human disease
directly before, a moment or two after essentially
during murder - great mysteries revealed
animal introduction, the first prehistoric urge instilled at birth
the first cries of freedom if only from the womb
and birth and death do not end it
this transgression is perhaps
the first and final step in the evolutionary stage
before and after reincarnation
seen through the murderer's eyes ...
the only true free sprit
dark horse rider
maggot's lair - blindness
the first incision fulfills the need for the last
seen through animal eyes and God's eye through the murderer's eye
the first incision fulfills the need ... and God's eye
the lord is my shepherd; i shall always want
he maketh me to lie in wait for rapture
he leadeth me to vile waters, he destroyeth my soul,
he leadeth me in the path of blindness for his name's sake
in the valley of the shadow of death
thou appeared before me in robes of silicon and rust
thou doth defile me as no other has before thee
i fear all life - for thou art with me
thy rod and staff serve to defeat me in the presence of mine enemies
thou annointest my head with scalding oils my blood runneth over
surely goodness and mercy shall forsake me all the days of my life
and I shall dwell under ground, under foot
forever in the presence of mine enemies
The Path of Sorrows
across the abyss this weary traveler struggles on
casting his eyes upon the ground, he cries out
"is there no end to this immortal pain that haunts me?"
thou hast become the path and the way that leadeth to destruction
be thou accursed be thou abolished be thou annihilated
testify that all is vanity in heaven as on earth
dressed in universal torment crying openly
as I engage myself in prayer "bring me through midnight to the sun!"
as I enflame myself with prayer "bring me through midnight to the sun!"
everything's in motion, everything lies still
through the veil of sorrow and the pall of death
everything's in motion, everything lies still
through the veil of sorrow and the pall of death
like that of a drowning man his life flashes before him
turning his eyes away in shame, he cries out
"is there no pity for a blind man such as me?"
thou has become the path and the way that leadeth to destruction
be thou accursed be thou abolished be thou annihilated
eyes, feet, hips start moving where the laurels grow
another sacrifice stains the tomb of human despair
as I inflame myself with prayer "bring me through midnight to the sun!"
everything's in motion, everything lies still
on the path of sorrows, on the road to death
Hour of the Wolf
soft blood dances clothed in sunlight guide to the labyrinth, night of sin
voice of the serpent draped with diamonds
hour of the wolf is drawing near
soft blood flows in emerald starlight host of the labyrinth, fool or seer?
prophet of wisdom, bathed in glory hour of the wolf is drawing near
killing time approaches as the clock strikes, as it falls
recognition blurs definement wolf pack on the prowl
soft blood boiling in the moonlight guest to the labyrinth, has lost his way
caught in a prison of holy madmen hour of the wolf is drawing near
soft blood rises, spilling over king of the labyrinth, king of fear
vision of life's end, dream or nightmare hour of the wolf is here
killing time has been met as the clock strikes, your life falls
recognition blurs definement wolf pack on the prowl
everything is silent, everything cries out
through the veil of sorrow and the pall of death
everything is silent, everything cries out
through the veil of sorrow and the pall of death
[repeat]
In Absentia
i have etched the scrolls into my skin
the hangman's noose, 13 lies which cross the barrier/burial
there is a sin not yet committed o, he of sleepless flight - be merciful
i have found myself lost amongst the shards
of a world reduced to shadow,
sentence to a lifetime in this prison
well, I should have taken this omen and ran
abandoned myself to secret corners instead I turn to face the day
treading through the storm of horror and decay
how could I be so blinded, cut down and so misguided?
caught in deception, in deception
o, he of splintered sight - be merciful for I know not what I do
i walk the road that leads to an early grave
as tears stream down my rigid face
well, I should keep one eye turned towards heaven
as I drag my body through the flames
instead I turn to face the say fighting with the demons I have made
spilled all my hope along the way it falls out, it falls dead
shattered fragments, endless waves
o, he of sleepless nights - be merciful
i have found myself lost amongst the shards
if only I had severed ties, ties that bind all my dreams to lies
i could have walked away from it all
i could have walked away from it all and found that peace waits in absentia
Mother
good-bye dreamer, insane stranger on the shore
there is no one left here, not a soul
amid the confusion, expecting nothing not a soul
o, mother, could I come back to you?
a terrible vision of order out of control
in accordance with human history here in the company of death
we approach - new graves, divided for love's sake
refined in rapture - ready to fly or to die
mother could I come back to you?
im lifted up into the presence of divine forces
mother open-mouthed in magnificence and beauty
mother or shall we suffer the same fate as all the others
stuck on a plane which does not suit them
lost in thought, forgetful of primitive desire
goodbye dreamer, not a soul
mother, could I come back to you?
mother, could I come back through you?
mother, could I come back to you?
the animals - I know how you make you welling with authority,
vilely enthusiastic, enduring bitterness
"my husband's been dead for five years, though largely unobserved"
the demons, the clowns are gone ... and so is my Mother
mother, could I come back to you?
mother, could I come back through you?
mother, could I come back to you?
o, mother, could I crawl into you? back into you
o, mother o, mother could I come back to you? mother?
The Angels [Cruciform]
rubella, my love, some say we shall overcome
but the sickness bites hard and yes, the razor's old
their poisons braced in surrender killed every first born son
we were kneeling, dressed for burial reaching for the knave
heard voices laugh in the spirit at the plight of the living dead
a ghost at the bottom of my glass made it clear what they had said
"his devil's heart in a tinder-box, this dog had turned away"
well, I cant remember god when im ... and im drunk all day
before I leave you, bring the demon's
your beauty sleep brought to mind a fever hung on the mid-wife's jaw
some said I was wrong to dream that way
and some made light of death and sorrow
but death is glory ... now
Book of Lies
the true revolution is in the mind remember that and all else shines
teratoma, dying with the host
our food for thought will feed the starving children
burn their mouths with lies inbred
[doth thou name appear in the Book of Life?]
and false feelings of security
[doth thou name appear in the book of Lies?]
the winged virgin and the bitch that sings
have locked away the secrets
jesus made their wings
but over there a person's tumbling down
[doth thou name appear in the Book of Life?]
around you
[doth thou name appear in the Book of Lies?]
tumbling down
well, I’ve heard it said that love has lifted these
yet there's a hunger no one's chanced to see
our pain's too weak, it lies in charity and that's hungry
please say please
[doth thou name appear in the Book of Life?]
We're trying hard to make you, make you the disease
[Doth thou name appear in the Book of Lies?]
We're trying hard to make you, make you see
teracoma, dying with the host
our food for thought has starved the child of dreaming
now eyes are closed and caged as we come tumbling down
we come tumbling down
doth thou name appear in the Book of Lies?
A Widow's Dream
a widow dreams of her fallen angel the broken branch, an empty manger
a widow dreams of her life with the savior
falls to her knees and begs for more
but the fields are filled with nightmare prophecies
shadows cast upon her fading hope to be
a virgin widow walks through lanes of memory
invokes the past, that it might save her
an aging widow weeps and turns towards the wall
voices shout out names of those she cant recall
a widow dreams of sons, of daughters
endless nights spent in silent laughter
endless nights spent in silent laughter
a widow dreams of love lost or thrown away
searching for the light of day that might relieve her
a widow dreams of her fallen angel
a broken heart, no memory can save her
a widow looks upon her eyeless savior
begs for the strength to end it all
but the fields are filled with nightmare prophecies
no hope of finding mercy in this entity
a virgin widow lays down amongst the leaves
invokes the past, but it cant save her
an aging widow weeps and builds another wall
voices silent now, no screams or mocking calls
endless nights spent with thoughts that always taunt her,
endless nights spent with thoughts that always taunt her
a widow fails to find her love and drifts away
turning out the light of day that did deceive her
a widow's dream comes to a close a widow's dream
the Rage of Angels
Trust [The Sacred and Unclean]
the haven of sick minds, this is a holy place to be
he felt gouts of meat stripped from his limbs,
the corner of his lips flaking off like mica
"devils are holy, holy for suffering the sins of man
devils are sucking at their lives
devils are holy, holy for suffering the sins of man the sins of man"
saliva in his mouth and throat dried, pierced his eyes,
stuffed his hole full of soil looking back,
he saw his body crack - symmetrical without fear
he is completely lost, but found
the sacred and unclean the sacred and unclean
absence of heads shattered, peeling, tumid bullies split wide open
dig a little deeper dig a little deeper
facial features had literally been erased hundred of shreds and tatters hundreds in the weakness of despair
devils are holy like a dream remembered
holy for suffering all dust again
the sins of man such a holy place to be
Still Born/Still Life, Part I
drop dead
to see through people you must eat them
complex mutilation, radical new designs
what's it like to find an unknown species? drop dead!
like salt, pig currency teeth sleep in safety image catastrophe
animal outlaw twenty feet under the distribution of human skin
still born/still life
tomorrow, laughing sickness from cannibalism growing skin
a new trap, fever mechanism firing ice cubes
interacting from cover to cover fire ice cubes
still born/still life
medical, placating ghost drug brain crab drop dead
knuckles turn red drop dead!
HER Only sIN
i whisper in my fear, hoping that you hear the line between the screams
i reach to you in my dreams
the clouds i claw the clouds i claw the clouds
magic, perfecting the art of sodomy/ HER Only sIN HER Only sIN
reaching for instinct, reaching for instinct - I’m lost
nothing lost, nothing gained
gained reputation ripped to shreds - I’m lost i'm lost - thoughts internal
temperature rising / HER Only sIN nothing lost, nothing gained
above all reasonable rates hard to simple, face to face / HER Only sIN
it's HER Only sIN
metal traps / HER Only sIN
traps of steel snap shut / HER Only sIN
above all reasonable rates / HER Only sIN
hard to simple / HER Only sIN
face to face / Her Only sIN
pompartments ... HER Only sIN
cracked marble line stables [hard to simple, face to face]
compartments communication stops / HER Only sIN
classic whiplash stables / HER Only sIN
communication stops / HER Only sIN
classic transformations / HER Only sIN HER Only sIN
snap shut, teeth melt
sun rises on no marks or stations, but hemorrhage religion
pack pistol vampire, pack pistol vampire Her Only sIN
balancing needle point incisions,
no marks or stations, but hemorrhage religion
born with a silver spoon in my mouth / HER Only sIN HER Only sIN
Born with a needle stuck in my throat HER Only ... HER Only sIN
Bad Year
at these moments I don't need the myths to recognize me
then a veil of mist descends and I become a happier man
while unexplored self doubts pretend for a moment, to be what they fear they are - the recurrent assertion of surrogate horror
well, it's been a bad year
a man's future is mangled,
depression knots tightly at the center of his being
a wave of sensuality fucks that smooth hole
yes, this has been quite a bad year
a brittle twig at the end of the branch cracks this has been a bad year, conducted quietly from both sides
i predict people will die and new ones will arise they shall arise
- acceptance as prophecy -
and that only to smash my sheltered childhood
a world which I loved, i loved
Torch Song
there is no sound or meaning - the world is dead
for five entire nights emitting no decisive life
crushed into dust or sorrow - fade away a lifetime lost in vain,
stumbling towards the death of faith solemn men dwell deep within
i know not how I should fly, waiting for the fall
a land of light awaits us on this side, or not at all
i know not how I should fly, calling out to you
nameless angel, face the death of faith which cripples you
there is no sound or meaning - the world is dead the world is dead
days of mourning, night to follow drawing to a close
dawn is breaking, amputate the thoughts that you love most
never in the hand, no seas of sand and resin
there's love on crutches which always plays a part in the game of sorrows last remembrance, Sorrow's last remains
there is no sound or meaning - the world is dead
Still Born/Still Life, Part II
the veil of the temple is the veil of fear
the ghost priest cometh with ashes the breast plate be sober and the body be preserved for the brother of low decree
my hands are soiled digging further towards the depths or death of life
dirt never ceases in amazement, I reach for a hand my fingers broken,
what use have I for them? i do not touch, will not touch
the death of life no desire to touch his withered limbs
the veil of the temple is the veil of fear the ghost priest cometh with ashes
my hands are soiled earth
pushed further towards, what once, I thought was my soul
and once again, I am alone the death of life
reaching for a hand the unknown men
the veil of the temple is the veil of fear the ghost priest cometh with ashes
the breast plate be sober and the body be preserved
i am stained with the blood of your christ no hope of being cleansed
there are dreams which one should never tamper,
mine is one of these the death of life
the unknown men the death of life
the veil of the temple is the veil of fear the ghost priest cometh with ashes
and the body be preserved for a brother of low decree
Jesus is the shell of egg fragile king of the jews and keeper of time
but there is a new creature he has communion with darkness and light
he, the destroyer of time, the yoke of pleasure,
the unknown man he is the dream
Procession
sheltered darkness without pain
crushed under dreams, dreams of love sustained
black on black, procession ends no more time, time time to make amends
always the beginning holds the keys to the end
however hidden they might be
the keys to misery and depression
that always lead to death yet new beginnings
death of man, woman, child the marked beasts born to die
lead all, they follow down
God, hold onto something my hands have lost their shape
why do you let me suffer such disgrace?
brush the weathered, fetish costume dressed in red
rampart of bones, loosely constructed the absence of heads
sheltered darkness without pain
crushed under dreams, dreams of love sustained
black on black, procession ends no more time, time time to make amends
i have seen the possessed, touched by grace
not love lost i seek no pleasure, no gain
death of man, woman, child the marked beasts born to die lead all, they follow down
god, hold onto something my hands have lost their shape
why do you let me suffer, suffer such disgrace?
procession ends no more time, time time to make amends
Ashes
let the sky scream, "suffocation" if you can't move, you can't breathe
voices raised to emptiness arms reaching back to face the face
not me, dead girl dressed in white this is not healthy
i, sanitation sin it could be you
mouth to mouth, face to face you can't get out if you're already there
it's always been you
The Luxury of Tears
in a phallic, stone tower we rise and fly or stand knee-deep in water
skin is smooth and damp every time he crosses them
and there are bones in bed with that child,
a figure behind the glass, me in his mouth
the man has come and gone, aroused my photographic memory
orphan sons and his raw hands [were slammed in his face]
like fire under whores insect, smiling eyes project rain
blaze against his teeth
the luxury of tears burned my fingers, spinning devils of snow
the luxury of tears burned my fingers, spinning devils of snow
oh devils must know the luxury of tears
changing his shape, he raises his eyes, eyes masked with green
threw out his arms, pulled open the door
a moist, sour tongue down the silver screen
usher in the bleak years
through his yawning neck
i undress his throat,
a passion for dust
[was slammed in his face]
pulled them down by the wings
a rose from my ribs
stole back up the stairs
[and laughed in his face]
Of the Wound
the cross pulled from his chest raises a welt, leaden in every limb
sleep can watch for seizures
the legless man had directed him to a window
windows like blind eyes probed the mud
the minutes that were left
ran across his throat stuffed with cotton
and his mouth could hear the distant splashes
a fever and his hand is worse in the silent film days
he must remain an enigma
they climbed three flights of stairs to the night
like a hundred pieces of glass
there were numerous outstretched hands throwing shadows,
a pair of shadows
holding the three cornered hat of a cardinal
we move on to snake venoms
Christ would spit on you
and that's who you remind me of
beneath a musty green
the wound appears to be dying
Catastrophe Ballet
Awake at the Wall
in decadence and sane, I stood by the wall
thought I’d turn my back to stone thought I’d let myself at home
but all the strangers knew my name all but one who turned away
in fear he'd been there once before behind that same tormented door
i saw his bed amazing i stole his coat to save the cold
burned my speech to keep him warm dropped a boy's mouth for my own
but beauty's left the aging for this youth
i want to press my lips to his winter chilled flesh
press his hands to the sky
i want to sleep in the night in his eyes in the rain of Berlin
i want to sleep in the night in his eyes in the rain in Berlin
in the night in his eyes in the rain in Berlin
Sleepwalk
feel these arms, steal arms now we are blind
hide my eyes, my eyes so out of place here
now we are hard cutting, trapped limbs bend heat
calm, laughing mirrors stand alone they need to alone
old hearts break down, footsteps tied still believing
can we hold sand? slow hands break up the family
we all fall down, one chance to fail sleep walking
take off your face, you'll learn to trust dry hands
this cage is still, he cracks now we are safe
true dreams stay wet, safety kills are you protected
now we are answers, silence pressed pure
we wait - out hands in the till
we stand alone, we need to be alone
we will fear movement we will fear stations
we will fear time this time we are pleading
tears of love like strangers bite through, break the ice
soon words will be forgotten though cruel scenes linger on
we hide from sound paintings on distant walls
we hide from cold still lives on empty floors
we hide our bent husbands behind slamming doors
don't run to the window, cause burning glass warps
we stand still ... we stand like whores ... we are alone
The Drowning
up for three days up for three days down under ground for six more
incisions cannot penetrate my feet tripping, gliding, falling numbly
hands held together with unwanted skin ripping, hiding calling dumbly
you, in houses of mud you, in gutter sleep - love
you, born to slaughter - swathed gloves you dressing daughters and sons
like you - I am broken and fragile
like you - I am tasting my heart for the first time
like you - I am feeding on slumber
like you - I’ve left my eyes far behind me
down for the count and still drowning
sleep, the eighth day sleep, the eighth day clawed my way back to the first
no gentle fingers collapse on my eyes weeping, prying, struggling blindly
there's no sanity standing me back on my feet
i'm in an empty room i'm burning books from you
i'm lost in bed with you breaking these mirrors to end all I’ve seen
like you - I am broken and fragile
like you - I am tasting my heart for the first time
like you - I am feeding on slumber
like you - I’ve left my eyes far behind me
down for the count and still drowning
The Blue Hour
i've come to lie beside you i've come to know the dark for light
i've come to trust just one and that one died with yesterday
now that I’ve laid me down to sleep
for what it's worth, I dress my tears in costumes
never again will we, will I turn to stone
the drowning edges of my pillow catch the last breath
on a desert leading down
the breath too deep, the breath too long ago forgotten
now that I’ve torn that chance from my eyes
now that all honest clocks bury oceans with sand
our tears have filled them once again
when will I, will we stand at the store to cleanse our souls?
are memories too deep, or are memories too long ago forgotten now that I’ve left the chance to die?
As Evening Falls
here we are now in this god awful state where there's nothing to say
let's lose ourselves in a picture dressed for the occasion
then lock it away, lock it away, etc.
keep asking questions
there's bound to be answers if anyone's left here to answer at all
they said we were too week
you said we were too strong
and I said "I wish you were here"
and as evening falls around us we could use words like "BLIND"
as evening falls words spread to quickly
like someone's reflection in somebody's eyes
so save your kisses for some other Sunday
i'm cold and the air's getting thin
is this the distance that we always hoped for or is this our cue?
we'll go dancing until our hands break through the mirror on the wall
and as evening falls around us we could make ourselves "BLIND"
Electra Descending
windows ratting with contempt peeling back a ring of dead roses
soon it will rain blue landscapes leading us to suffocation
the walls structured high in a circle of oiled brick
and legs of tin - Stonehenge tumbles
what about her? the wages of sin
what about him? he's getting closer
and what about the bells? nipples licking the clouds
everyone is standing in boxes pulsating with the silver needles
i've got no name or box to stand in leading me to suffocation
give fire from her throne belching cloak/Electra
we were made to fill our shoes with clay to sleep on river beds
i awoke/Electra descending mounts the bridal gown of Jocasta
windows rattle with contempt peeling back a ring of dead roses
Cervix Couch
all together, all alone places can not claim us home
creed of love bars no our way singing shapeless as our day
fishwives leave the gutter mothers leave their sons
with curious men with their curious smiles
leave rejected in pairs one by one
free from action, not from fear count us well we're always here
feeding stranger lusts in dark cornered each in alley park
fishwives leave the gutter mothers leave their sons
with the curious men with their curious smiles
leave rejected in pairs one by one
harps of choruses fill the air mark the shame already there
streamers flung against the wind cross our faces we have...
This Glass House
in this glass house he whispers "love"
how many times can I sit through the "end of the world"
he lays his head dumb on my mouth
he left my body breaking backs
his heat betrays me but I need feeling and cures
in this glass house (4 times)
once in a life time once over there
he stood in doorways he stood on the edge
his point of view was fever on a thread of light
my point of view was shaken - he took my mind
please, don't disturb me
wrapping me in clean white sheets
i've got his filthy hands to cover me
leave our room like, desires, untouched
we're sons of savages we're sons of dust
The Fleeing Somnambulist
ectoplasms roam the welcome edges of carnivorous sleep
there was a man in a huge, white goats head
sweeing through the German landscapes
they can be made transparent
exquisite hair flows down and out from the mouth,
in a circle at the feet
the boy's body was lodged between two large flower pots
as if tucked safely back into his mother's womb
they can be made transparent
