Cavity - First CommUNIОN

Let's skirt the issue of discipline
Let's 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
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 solider
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 of 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 show starts shooting their loads
Act one is the end, the show
now begins...

Their razor sharp tongues invite to relax
as they slip the skin of your eyelids back
invasive spectators get into the act
with roses and candles
silver knives and spoons

Breath ballet prancers spin on porcelain backbones
a child's muddled cry turns into hilarity
ungracious freeloaders leave their dead on a doorstep
Flowers of doom bloom in prosperity
luxuries of past days are
luxuries of our days
luxuries of past days
luxuries of our days


Burnt Offerings

Fresh night perfect insanity
very dark placid skies bring an end
No moon shining like an 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 it's surface
feel no pain
kiss the burner, lips fall away
blood runs down 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 hungry animals
the disciple now crouches in
the belly of god
his second skin removed
the boy lay sodomized and tired


Mysterium Iniquitatis

Sevlesmeth pleh ohw esoht spelh dog
Sevlesmeth pleh ohw esoht spelh dog
Dog
Ereth si on ytic dog
Ereth si on ytic dog

It's Only Theatre of Pain
It's Only Theatre of Pain
It's Only Theatre of Pain
It's Only Theatre of Pain
Only Theatre of Pain
Only Theatre of Pain
Only Theatre of Pain
Only Theatre of Pain

Surrigate Mother
Surrigate Father
uoy era ym olich
i am uoy
uoy era em
i am uoy
ouy era em, uoy era em

It's Only Theatre of Pain
It's 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 zyxur li peru resh
Relficul



Dream For Mother

Dreaming about her mother dying
My mind is set at ease
Number the bodies in the mortal world
Spreading disease
Nodding aquaintances to be sure
Making 'Him' a household world

Introduce realism : The Eye of the Beholder

Final resting place
Of many would be heroes
In New York Park after dark
The time of clinical death is fixed

Don't be frightened
Necrophiliac relationship
During the freezing process
Note the murders
Grisly attitude
Crossed above my head
To protect it from the rocks

Palliations from a weaker sex
Palliations from a weaker sex

I'm avoiding what i can see
I dreaming about her dying


Stairs - Uncertain Journey

Lucifer
Pereish I recall sin
Lucifer
Pereish I recall sin

(chorus)
Satan be
Satan be

this is the city of God
this is the city of God
ereth is on ytic of Dog
Nmad eht eman of Dog
ahis zyxur il
ahis zyxur il
ahis zyxur il
ahis zyxur il

(chorus)
pray to mother
pray to father
pray to mother
pray to father
Satan be
Satan be Who art in Heaven
Satan be Hallowed be 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
Pereish I recall sin
Lucifer
Pereish I recall sin
this is the city of God
ereth si on
ytic fo Dog


Spiritual Cramp

Incurable disease on the day of rest
Walking on water in a sea of incest
I've got an image of Jesus
embedded on my chest
I can't leave home without my
bullet proof vest
Killing myself for the perfect honeymoon
fighting with scorpions tied around my neck
I hear the pitter patter
of a killer on the loose
children using their fingers instead of words
crosses burn our temples
on slaughter avenue
It takes too much time for me to say 'I refuse'
Time is digging graves for the chosen few
Children digging graves for 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 through my wrist
children using 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 power skull secrets
of forgotten years
the hangman's noose is drenched
with bloodstained tears
my hands are the killers that confirm
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
conversation about the holes in your hands
walk through the garden
of men's desires
conversation 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 shadow
Who's that walking in the streets

(chorus)
Kiss on my hand
After dark
Kiss on my hand
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 creations in your pocket
Your days are numbered with the love in your eyes
Love?
Pull down the Sheets
Take off your clothes
Get out of bed
I'm so tired


Resurrection - Sixth CommUNIОN

The ceremony Cradles my head in trace
I brush dust from my teeth
Fleeing hands and spiders
Plead for salvation
They wash the clawed of a priest
Ritual mockery rectified doubt
I'm holding with arms open wide
Sleeping endless sleep
On a bed of nails
Wake me up with your kiss

(chorus)
I'm waiting for consummation
I'm waiting for contemplation
I'm waiting for confrontation
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 hands lays down
On the edge of my sleep
Sister death in lepers's guise
Through crimson eyes
Of the holy one
All will learn to see

(chorus)
Invocations are invitations
To the bloody red sheets
The circle is broken
By the sleeve
A sacrifice of one

(chorus)
Resurrection- past reflection
Revelation- last discretion
Confession- confession
Incomplete



Awake at he Wall

In decadence and sane, I stood by the
Wall
Thought I’d turned my back to stone
Thought I’d left myself at home
But all the strangers knew my name
All but one 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 chill flesh
Press his hands to the sky
I want to sleep in the night in his
Eyes in the rain in 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

Fell 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 brreak 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 – pur 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 arre pleading
Tears of love like strangers
Bite though, break the ice
Soon words will be forgotten though
Cruel
Scenes linger on

We hide from sound paintings in distant
Walls
We hide from cold still lives on empty
Floors
We hide our bent husbands behind slaming 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 – swatched 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



The Blue Hour

Chorus:
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 shore
To cleanse our souls?
Are memories too deep,
Or are memories too long ago forgotten
Now that I’ve left that 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 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 weak
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 too 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 on 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 rattle 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 – Stonehedge tumbles

Chorus:
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 of fire from her throne
Belching cloak / Electra

Chorus:
We were made to fill our shoes
With clay
To sleep on river beds
I awoke / Electra descending
Mounts the brigal gown of Jocasta
Windows rattle with contempt
Peeling back a ring of dead roses


Cervix Touch

All together, all alone
Places can not claim us home
Creed of love bars not our way
Singing shapeless as our day

Chorus:
Fishwives leave the gutters
Mothers leave their sons
While the curious men
With their curious smiles
Leave rejected in pairs
One by one

From action, not from fear
Count us well we're always here
Feeding stranger lusts in dark
Cornered each in alley park

Chorus:
Fishwives leave the gutters
Mothers leave their sons
While the curious men
With their curious smiles
Leave rejected in pairs
One by one

Harps of choruses fill the air
Mark of shame already there
Streamers flung against the wind
Cross our faces we have...
We have...
We have...
We have...
We have...
We have...
We have...
We have...
We have…


This Glass House

In thids glass house
He whispers “love”
Jow many times can I sit though
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

Chorus:
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

Chorus:

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 Feeing Somnabulist

Ectoplasms roam the welcome
Edges of carnivorous sleep
There was a man in a huge, white
Goats head
Sweeping 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


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 kneew 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 can't recall
A widow dreams of sons, of daughter
Endless nights spent in silent slaughter,
Endless nights sent in silent slaughter
A widow dreams of love lost or thrown away
Searching for the light of the 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 saviour
Begs for the strength to end it all
But the fields are filled with nightmare prophecies
No hope of finding mercy in theis entity
A virgin widow lays down amongst the leaves
Invokes the past but it can't save her
An aging widow weeps and builds another wall
Voices silent now, no screams or mocking calls
Endless nights spent twith 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


Book Of Lies

The true revolution is in mind
Remember that and all else shines
Tertoma, 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 thous 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
Out 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
Teratoma, 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?