Thou piosenki

Summer blood for fighting dogs. Mardi Gras nineteen fifty-four. Oh no, he never liked Lincoln at all, my child. I always thought the sun was just some hole in the sky till now. As we float this corpse ashore. Paroled in '54. The four whores of the apocalypse l...

Vacant eyes meet vacant eyes meet vacant eyes meet vacant eyes. Can there be more? There must be more. Reach inside. Deep inside. Fingers run over the lying tongue, down the throat, probing deeper and deeper and deeper. Grasp the writhing truth. Purged. Insubs...

The exhortations of traditionalism ring hollow: the echoing footsteps of cross-bearing martyrs, the rejection of free will, the inability to meet the challenge of critical thought and individualism. Heads bowed and eyes closed to the joys of today. Three thing...

It's not my fault. I'm a victim of stolen youth, born a villain. This life impoverished, this mind untrained--where else can I turn but to violence, to the power of intimidation, to attack and abuse? Forever searching for advantage, any advantage. It's not my...

I'm gonna knock it down any way that I can. I'm gonna scream. I'm gonna yell. But I don't want to have to use my hands. It's like screaming at a wall. Someday it's gonna fall. You've built this wall up around you. And now you can't see out. And...

Our sisterhood is a vast and powerful ocean, a deep well of true meaning sustaining consistent and conflicting emotions and giving life value, while the constant flow of the tides caress the sides of impassive rock and create the contours of interaction that t...

Afraid to grade. Wouldn't it be fun. Cross, self loss. Wouldn't it be fun. Wet your bed. Wouldn't it be fun. Some feel none. Wouldn't it be fun. Your eyes, teacher said. Preacher said. Don't have nothing for you. Spell the smell. Wouldn't it be fun. Search for...

And at once I realize that the hand I hold is black with corruption, that the gilded rhetoric is a sibilant mantra meant to stifle guilt, that the staunch discipline of tradition is merely the coward's path, and that this descent into compromise is the d...

Please calm down with all the violent rhetoric. Some people who put on a badge are just trying to help people--just trying to do some good. My dad, mom, uncle, aunt, brother, sister, son, daughter is a cop. I don't want to hear another word about bribery. I do...

Underneath The Bridge Tarp Has Sprung A Leak And The Animals I've Trapped All Become My Pets And I'm Living Off Of Grass And The Drippings From The Ceiling It's Okay Eating Fish Cause They Don't Have Any Feelings Something In The Way Mmmm... Somethi...

See this needle...a see my hand... Drop, drop, dropping it down...oh, so gently... Well here it comes...I touch the plane... Turn me up...won't turn you away... Spin, spin...spin the black circle Spin, spin...spin the black, spin the black... Spin, spin....

Alright now. Won't you listen? When I first met you, didn't realize. I can't forget you, for your surprise. You introduced me, to my mind, and left me wanting, you and your kind. I love you. Oh you know it. My life was empty, forever down. Until you took me, s...

T'ain't no sin to take off your skin and dance around in your bones. 

We're always crying that we want to be free. But when the shadow of danger looms, and when the mob scents fear: we collectively gasp; we shut our eyes; we abandon our convictions; we grovel and crawl before the Great Seal; we prostrate ourselves before the all...

Homme mort ne fait guerre et je suis mort. 

Enter panoptic nightmare: Freedom ignored; hopes of privacy abandoned. Jeremy--your visions have been realized. Samuel--the world is now a prison. An omniscient presence permeates all. The cold gaze of our superiors spies on us from cyclopean eyes, eavesdroppi...

Pale-skinned, marsh dwellers, emerge from your murky caves. Wanderlust takes hold. The way stands clear, a gaping maw set to swallow the future. We travel across the burning sands to an open coast, greeted with waves of indifference. Northward--over mountains...

These open hands that once would have offered forgiveness and even rehabilitation are now closed fists bludgeoning flesh. A knife across your throat opens a wide, red mouth forever mute to taunts, to insults, to threats. You are nothing, empty, worthless....

The behaviors imposed by society are but a veneer surrounding the darkness, a saving illusion hollow at the core. The darkness is the truth. It stands in silent righteousness, the background that reveals the foreground. And no human fabrication can supplant it...

Into the dark night of the soul: emotional balance restored; self-limiting beliefs forsaken; cultivate the Shadow Self; spirituality made visceral. We have healed the religious wounds of a stifling upbringing. We have absolved ourselves of shame and...