Spurting of pus, From ripe pores, Tension mounts, Chaffed open sores, Sodomy, Preferred rectal entry. Jehovah's inverted mob, Attempts to possess me
Asbestos workers covered by dust, Getting paid was all you could trust, Union slave bastards, You bust your ass for fascists, Fuck your wages or are
Junk... Raping your ass, wishing crack was trendy, then more of you would be dead. Ram drugs up your cornhole.
Ulcers, scabs, zits, hair, chancres... Rather I looked fucked than look like you.
Forced cowards to run out of spite Masters of metal, agents of steel Masters of metal, agents of steel Masters of metal, agents of steel Masters of metal, agents
Battered by media day after day bullshit surrounds our exhausted souls, Pacify all they've shitted upon us, Engorged with violence, Father of gone, not
Shrink, think, your role, social linx, method of the push this will help you cope, sounds familiar? Legal dope "mentally unstable?"... Middle man pusher
I am a brother to the dragon and a companion to owls. My skin is black-upon me and my bones are burned with heat [Jobs chapter 30 verses 29-30] Little
[Written by Acid Bath] [Paegan Terrorism Tactics (1996)] dead girl there will never be another one that dreams like you dead girl there will never be
It's only the end of the world again Down by the ocean The frogmen are surfacing but, The beast beneath the skin has been Whispering, wondering Wondering
woman and child like a feather falls from the sky so dark, so dark in the moonlight naked we worship the night sky no man can hold what the darkness
the ash of my mind in the back of my throat out on the ocean of curling, fetal smoke the anti-spirit of time just behind these eyes of mine i can remember
Long ago I kissed her skull Sunbleached and beautiful Slick-wet with diesel fuel We'll watch the midnight movie Painted with the sky Bleeding white butterflies
we wither and blow where the smoke goes closing my eyes to the sunlight withering tonight one thing is certain the rest is a lie one thing is certain
summer blood for fighting dogs mardi gras nineteen fifty-four OH NO he never liked lincoln at all my child i always thought the sun was just some hole
lady bug, lady bug, lady bug kisses the bones pushing thru everybody here seems to be in their head but me twitching, twisted beyond alone spiritless
i spy yellow green roses in mary's garden i am god don't love you anymore down in new orleans i know where the devil dwells within ya i have loved the
deep as the terrible sky that you fell from this this terrible beauty is born dethroned I haunt the saltmines a living wound living, breathing wound
