Burning skulls line the ditches
Mimic the priorities
Some can only fear
You’ll never see it
This insatiable love for the dead
One of these days
I’ll find out just what you’re thinking

Like a bird in a gilded cage
Debunked consciousness
Flying on the wings of the wind
Spice up the life
Out of India
Because one of these days
You’re going to say yes to me

Operation: insidious
The cure and the sanity lost in the dregs
Muck and mire only light my fire
Psycho dollar man
Beating up a machine
Only to crawl over its parts
Like a sex-synth he could never build

Freedom fighter, hate restorer
Dripping wick and pipes that flow solely with blood
Are the cavernous dreadnights that
We all fear
But the man on the street
Reading the newspaper
More likely is your end
Than the dungeon of the seven mares

Crisscrossed and diagonal
With absolute impurity like a devious decoy
Alien
Predator
All the same
Don’t lie to yourself
You enjoy the fear more than you realize
Fucking me gave you pleasure

Like an invidious renegade
Heaven-Earth
Vigilante banshee
I will violate morbidity
And abolish the oath
Follow you home
And find it out

Rules only exist to be broken
There is a conquering birth
High road of sadness
Born from the back-seat
Of my Hater
Because he’d lay even a dead girl’s body

Venom like an Arabian jihad
Processing the theory
And displaced craters
Fireballs fall from the sky
Genuine sadness
Extreme madness
And the loss of one more
Is only added to the insouciant club

To earn life realistically
I’ll summize it to say
That lifefight is not as easy
As we could possibly hope
It would be unreasonable to suggest
We could settle this all over high noon
Cutting off a little piece of you
My apple pie
But hunger can only pang so far
And when the voodoo wears off
It’ll all be torn down for you
When you ask what they did
Baby, yes I can

A little rain
Wicked Novocain
Even with the numbness
And the side effects vanquished
The cocaine will still kill you

Barbecues are my favorite
The final sequence to the climax
Where I can eat my progress
Because the killer is the griller