Let the blackness roll on Mother's cool reptilian womb Ain't so cold tonight My fingers trace the exit wounds by graveyard light There's bone dust in
Bleeding on your highway baby Harvest is a' coming in the season of Dying I trace the skull in your face and remember I kissed a girl with 13 fingers
I blew my last five on a cheap fifth of vodka Gonna kill somethin' There ain't nothing gonna stop us tonight I know about confusion Lets start a riot
Turning the knife buried in your stomach I woke up alive black with stain Glistening and new, the sunsets coming Fingerpaintings of the insane Come
Dr. Suess is dead We await... life Dr. Suess is dead A cloud of flies obscure the sun A stone is dropped a dream undone ripples grow and ride the tide
I feel the wetness of her tongue that slides across my skin the viruses crawl over me and feel for some way in cassie loves to swallow this bleeding
Like Murder Stoned I awoke in your temple To blackness above you And death beside me Where kitchen knives conspire Razor blades make bloodless love Like
Why do you love to lick my wounds? Why do you love to feel my pain? Why do you love to suck my life? Why do you look so motherfucking dead? ..Dead? Dead
[Dax: Check. I need more gain.] The pagan flames burn through the night Everything's mine Blackness my whore I bleed the light Everything's mine I know
Why do you love, to lick my wounds why do you love to twist my pain, why do you love to suck! My life why do you look so dead kill me I'm a dope fiend
Dead girl There will never be another one that dreams like you Dead girl There will never be another one that screams like you When death sleeps, it
[Unknown sample] Summer feels like death Godless we run In my eyes there dreams an ocean Hell beneath my tongue I understand And don't care Well the
WE smoke the toenails and hair of the wiseman under a BLACKGOD's thumb we dance like painted puppets she bleeds orgasm in techni-color an ocean of alien
If I took this cigarette and put it out on you... Would you love me? Her lips are red Her thighs are white her heart is dead
Locusts are coming Spine will twist, heads will cave I am the funeral dancer on the outer wave... the outer wave Spine will twist, heads will cave I
blue We twist beneath forever Cause do you know what you've done Ants in the afterbirth We're slugs under the sun I could not wake the dead man dreaming Acid
The God machine is hungry for individualism and ripe brains the skull farmers do their rain dance and pray the machine falls to sleep she holds me close
like the scream of the butterfly I like the scream of the butterfly I met an angel with a sawed-off shotgun wanted by the FBI we dropped some acid killed
