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Flesh is the answer
Stripped from the bone
Volatile voices
In Christ find a home
Delicate dancers
In delicate lies
Provocative bearings
On figurative minds
Stripped from the pages
Of blaspheme praise
Nail driven terrors
Of stigmatic days


Men in glass houses
They shatter their wives
All of the answers lie
In secondary lives


But in the stutter
Asphyxiated wench
Handing out poison
To the men in the trench
There's no God in a foxhole
If God is the bomb
If you find time to forgive
You've been dead for so long
Men in glass houses
They run from their youth
Disgusting and naked
Taste shit in their truth


Men in glass houses
They shatter their wives
All of the answers lie
In secondary lives


The last one to burn
A mannequin
Glow orange sympathy
The last escape plan
A greater planescape
On which to taste
Sinew from synergy
Black brain bitter waste


Drape your wit
With cut tongue spit
A bloody repose
Demagogue


Filet of your skin
Corpuscle sin
Ghost of your God
Not evident in corpus delicti


Not even trying…
Not even trying…
Not even trying…


Don't let them say to you
Don't let them say onto you
Don't let them say to you
Don't let them say onto you


The underlying fact is
We can't tell if you're dead
Until it's determined
We'll go to the shed
We'll take out our spades
And dig you a hole
No need to fear if you
Don't believe in a soul
We've raped and we've pillaged
But we're better to judge
For we have a God
But we hold you no grudge


Trying
Trying
Trying
Oh yes we are trying


Dying
Dying
Dying
Oh yes we are dying


Trying to determine
The fate of your mind
Ignoring your pain
We should keep it alive
But first of your body
All doubts must be bled
And since you have no soul
There's no need for your meds
Your love is a crutch
The wicked shall burn
Good deeds are a crime
If you don't love God in turn


Trying
Trying
Trying
Oh who's really trying?


Crying
Crying
Crying
The children are crying


We stomp with our heels
A masochist fit
In your fresh grave
You're covered in shit
Fuel to the fire
Out of wedlock you've bred
We'll drag him in next
To repent at the shed
Your love is a hoax
Only God is the truth
Give me your bastards
They'll die by my boot


Trying
Trying
Trying
Oh fuck you I'm trying


Trying
Trying
Trying
Totalitarianist


Orphan orifice
The death of an angel
Thin cusp of abyss
Platonic pacifist
Running back to Jesus
Draped in your wit


The walls are opaque
The walls are opaque
When ceiling meets floor
The walls are opaque


Totalitarian
Totalitarian
Dressed in the pages
Torn from my skin


The walls are opaque
The walls are opaque
The walls are opaque
Para Bellum Et al.


Baiser le main Paramecium
Paralytic Et al.


Biodegradable Head
Why are you swimming in the asphalt?
Biodegradable Head
Are your thoughts turned mercury?
Biodegradable Head
Lips light lies like Tungsten dreaming.
Biodegradable Head
Texture skin with a visible pulse.
Biodegradable Head
Are you communing with the dead?
Are they praying for more?
Prelatic Head…


Prelatic Head…


Dear Priest,
Do you remember the
Dead Sea Don't Speak High Peak
Deathbed of a million
Germs in your juice box?
Don't think I will forget.


Giving ghosts a late funeral
Counterproductive
Members of Society
I'll paint my face red
Don't think I won't forget.


Biodegradable Head
Why are you swimming in the asphalt?
(Speeding to the pavement?)
Biodegradable Head
Are your thoughts turned mercury?
(Eyes of frozen mercury?)
Biodegradable Head
Lips light lies like Tungsten dreaming.
Biodegradable Head
It's better to hate than hide.


Men in glass houses
They turn to the truth
Swimming in ashes
With no God in view
Men in glass houses
They shatter the lies
Of Gods who will trap them
In secondary lives


Sink your teeth into my heart and pump.


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