from the album "Sinsation"
SERIAL KILLER THRILLER
This is the dirt that grows, the misery that you suck upon.Come to bedlam, you will find a fist to fuck upon.
This soul is itching to receive the taste upon your spoon.
My guilt will marry me and lies are gonna be my groom.
Silence, I can hear you, swinging slowly on the gentle rope.
Sinsation (this is a serial killer thriller), just for you.
And from your bitter string I suck upon all your bitter lies
And wait with bated bitter breath upon your bridal knife.
I cannot take this thing you force into my face again.
I cannot hate this thing you force into my face again.
A choir of flies rehearse their hymns upon my open eyes.
Your devil crawls to me to give me somewhere I can hide.
Silence, I can hear you, swinging slowly on the gentle rope.
Sinsation (this is a serial killer thriller), just for you.
HAMSTRUNG ON THE HIGHWAY
(The battle of Armageddon in the United States of America.The United States of America is where the battle shall be fought.)
See the long thin shadow of the reaper, see the long thin shadow of the rope.
I feel the finger of hunger, I feel the blade upon this throat.
Shut the door upon my face, stoke the boiler of this pain.
Put the fuel upon the flame, I'll get a grip, I'll get a gun.
Put the muzzle to my head in the dark, the dirt, the din.
Cut the carcase, suck it in, I'll get a grip, I'll get a gun.
Give me something to believe, this hope is breaking and is sunk,
I'll dive into this long disease, the captain of this ship is drunk.
I take the lion's share of shame, born to bear the brunt of blame.
Filthy is my middle name, I'll get a grip, I'll get a gun.
(If you have to do the time, don't regret the crime.)
(The United States of America is where the battle shall be fought.)
I'll get a gun.
THE SICK
Don't think I can't see through you. Don't think you would ever fool me.I'll get what's coming to me.
From the womb unto the tomb, the stagnant air that fills the room,
Into the shrine where you have knelt, you felt the buckle, now feel the belt.
Don't give it away.
Your deepest cut will leave no mark, this septic skin will never scar.
Come breathe some light into my dark.
Be penitent and penetrate between the liquor and all these lines.
See past the bruises of your hate, come face to face and meet your fate.
The weak will walk, the sick will see, caress my cursed soul for me.
These begging hands will pray with glee upon your blackened fists and knees.
This sleuth hound is the lord of lies, this boiling pot will draw the flies,
Write one more cheque before you die.
The weak will walk, the sick will see, caress my cursed soul for me.
These begging hands will pray with glee upon your blackened fists and knees.
Be penitent and penetrate between the liquor and all these lines.
See past the bruises of your hate, come face to face and meet your fate.
The weak will walk, the sick will see, caress my cursed soul for me.
These begging hands will pray with glee upon your blackened fists and knees.
Don't think I can't see through you. Do you think I'd ever fool you?
You'll get what's coming to you.
The weak will walk, the sick will see, caress my cursed soul for me.
These begging hands will pray with glee upon your blackened fists and knees.
PAINIAC (NOTHING TOUCHS ME)
Why don't you do what I want you to do? Why don't you see me the way that I see you?Why don't you say what I want you to say? Why don't you hurt me in that special way?
Come on and be my god, come on and by my gun,
One is for killing, one is for fun.
Too sad to walk away, too sad to stay.
Why don't you soak me in the stain of your twisted mind?
Why don't you coat me in the blood of your broken shrine?
Why don't you cut me the way I want to cut you?
Why don't you fuck me the way I want to fuck you?
Come on and be my god, come on and by my gun,
One is for killing, one is for fun.
Too sad to walk away, too sad to stay.
Nothing touches me.
SHELL
Young lips drink deeply on the bitter waters of hate, suspicion and despair,Those lungs choked on the stale stench of poison and decay.
Oh Lord, don't give me what I deserve, give me something I need.
Oh Lord, don't give me what I deserve, come give me something I need.
You take everything that you see, break it into pieces for me.
Break it into pieces, tear me piece by piece.
Don't give me what I deserve, give me something I need.
Oh Lord, don't give me what I deserve, come give me something I need.
VOLCANO
And the river will rise up and heal all the scars on this broken skin,And drown in this cup, and the flies they will flock, and throw into the dock,
And listen with a crooked ear, and they cackle and they sneer, and the river will rise up.
And the river will rise up, and the matter of murder sits on my shoulder
And whispers to me that I will be free.
God volcano, give me my self respect, I plead.
God volcano, this one thing I can believe.
And the river will rise up, and in your lonely dark design, feel the cut and scaly rind,
The malice and the wicked crimes of the sordid daily grind, and the river will rise up.
And the river will rise up, and the words they spit with hate will never mitigate
Any semblance of the truth that's broken or despised.
God volcano, give me my self respect, I plead.
God volcano, this one thing I can believe.
God volcano, come bring your flesh right into me.
God volcano, you are the air that I can breathe.
And the river will rise up.
HOT HOLE
I never thought that it would come to this, the spike, the spoon, the darkening room,Holed up in my mecca of misery, motel hell, dancing for the drunken, diseased and the doomed.
I never dreamed it would come to this. Hot hole.
I never thought I would confide in you, suckled as I am by the righteous roots of envy,
And I never thought that it would ever ring true, the more you help me the more I hate you.
I never dreamed it would come to this. Hot hole.
I never dreamed it would come to this, I never dreamed I'd confide in you,
I never thought that it would ever ring true that you could hurt me the way I want to hurt you.
I never dreamed it would come to this. Hot hole.
