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A Distant Pond from the Rivers of Human Limelight

A chorus of candles Sing their burning red hymn Of shadow eating monsters And godlike reflexes. To the praise of mankind And his glorious machines. When you're spoonfed bullshit From day one You're not gonna know sugar When it finally comes And now y...

A Hot Pink Shell of My Former Self

Degrees of seperation, seperate us all. We line our streets of exaltation with fools gold. Yet we stand alone. Instant salvation offered to us all if we'll just take it into our souls. Yet we stand alone. You'll sing sad songs about love all night long....

Climax of a Nightmare

I didn't look But did it lurch at you? So change it, til it's fine for you It's right in front of you! Two in the chest One in the head Climax of a nightmare Underground, it's always easier To hide from God. Worship anything so low Running toward you...

Hats Made of Veal and That New Car Scent

Resurection! Repent, the end is near Live life in shades of fear For your doom is here Entire nations Have burned to the ground Upon the hands Of the Black Serpent Lord You can sing this at my funeral The prophets are all going blind Because there is...

I Am the Carcass

I was born to drown They'll never hang me Blood makes a fine eyeshadow Or so I've heard Pray! Slay! I am the carcass Into night I climb I am the carcass Two pennies for the reaper Two pennies for your time Two pennies for the blind man Leading the...

I'd Rather Die Than Fly

You'll never take me alive Yet moments later The bullet's in her head I hope your god is laughing I know your god is dead Bullets in the backyard Are conmen stealing time Next time I'll take the subway I'd rather die than fly Celebrate birth Which le...

The Family That Slays Together, Stays Together

They watch from swinging gallows And rotting trees The corpses of a thousand good men All hanging like leaves Drinking blood from the skulls of dead men They march in double time They move like locusts on land Their prey is human kind Flies to a carcas...