origindays spent in painfor propagationi am womanblood is my nationand you, boy,are my creation.incubating devils and saintsdelivering with a screamwho could possibly imagine this holeis the origin of so many dreams?
backstreets and bunkersnothing's flowing. not a word froma heart. lying bleeding pulled apart.the repairman called. said you'reover the charge. how are you goingto be paying? cash or credit or bitsof hope. we take it all until it's gone.when the mule is empty you will befree. do not carry what is not yours. there's a lineup outside. wrongname and address on the sign. butthey are knocking and screaming. so what do you say? delivery delayed.come back some other time.there are shadows in men invisible. fueling deeds in backstreets andbunkers. the shaping of hellscontinue. it cannot possibly beavoided. so choose your directionwell. the sinner is the saint that fell.
vaultdrill deep, my cruel sadistif you know where to gobegin the whole of my devastationthe garden is gated50 feet highand the mums keep the rabbits awaythere is hemlock to be eatensinging the weak to sleepanimals are so easy to keep feedingbig promises, sweeter vowsa tear on rosy cheeksdo you wonder whythe clown isn't laughing?no man wants to wield the machetethe daisy is far too pretty for choppingcleave, if you dare,but remain awareof the vault you open for lifebehind thick steel is a boxsmaller than your thumbher secret is burning insidefor you to seefor you to find.
crystalline hymnshold the shattered cup andmake her singcrystalline hymnsif she cutsyour fingerknow it was noton purposefor once,she could hold water.
far pastfar past where youthink you can gothat's where you'llmeet yourself -on a streetyou would have never walkedin a loveyou would never choosein a spaceyou could never imagineit will push you pasttoo far, too farit will show you the edgeand push you morewhatever you do,don't arguefor what you cannot do.an emotionyou could never takea principleyou would never breaka lifeyou did not make.