Beastmilk piosenki

Feel the bends Charge the lens of Doomsday Tension I feel the End is nigh When we´re sleeping When we´re dreaming I pick the Bones clean with the light I pick the Bones clean with the light Death reflect us in it´s mirror reaching out to us and we´...

1979/1989* Her name is Brenda Ann Gonna make the children understand Charley Manson's Blue and Red Gonna shoot the president dead Give in to the voices in your head I would be your cult I would be your trigger Let me be your death lover I could be...

Kiss slit throaths, mute limbs grope the wicks of an eye, a hangman´s rope drug-white night, a supper of knives spittle in hair, claw the air I´ll bring the devil and you read the details Shock takes hold, a gentle choke bones grind bone, wet skin´s col...

Bronze my bones with black howls turn my body into dreams spectral spools of movie stills blank shadows in the seats as my mind spills like milk drip across the screen reach down into the black kiss death´s soft underbelly where we met... We´re two g...

Heart-break, behind your eyes and crooked corners of a smile mysteries of distance rootles grown apart fresh meat for vulture mobs two headlights in parking lot pulling away... Holding on to love in a cold world I´m holding on to love Crying out in...

Tank up with fumes, let the dial hit the red fires at the dawn of the city´s edge ripping up roads, making like the dead long lost friendships hanging in the wind rag-tag scarecrows blown in the snow abandoned buildings row by row all the colours of grey...

This terrible world you unfasten in my mind each ancient minute rewires my heart held in a kiss-spell of electric blood and the night comes undone and the night comes undone Strange attractors lost in the opium of desire...desire...desire... desire...

When the sun ignites the boggy swamp ( in which our bodies lie) our jaded eyes should trip the light like phosphrescent fires When reapers of the rift pull your name from their boney lips you better stand up on your grave and surf the apocalypse Rails lai...

Short circuit signals crawl the pavements of my mind intermittent voices call of the atomic kind I can´t sleep through dead dreams as blood buildings boil contimanet flesh machines black clouds from furnace coil The wind blows through their skulls as...

Every thought is abducted in locker room brawls your body boils in the mind yard in an image of your fall psychosexual severance no skin swap escape while I game for your reality you will abide and obey and obey and obey You are now under our control...