the minds divide, the past repeats.

for all of you who are getting sick of my writing, sorry, but nothing interesting really happens in my life that i am at liberty to put on the internet. so you get my original songs. but nobody visits me anyway, so here's another one of my originals for anyone who cares. this is all one song, i just split it up into sections as an excuse to use some titles that make me laugh in there.

 

A. "Cirrus Venalicus"

bring me to my knees

set upon a conflagration

put the whore up in stirrups

a foundation of woe.

machete, let it be

i'm thrown by your resignation

but if i must sacrifice my hands for stumps

or a bloodshot handjob for legs in stirrups.

panic at the rapists and wounders

staring at the victims and dead ones

lying in the streets

in the darkness of incest

meager chanticleare

panic at the rapists and dead ones

lying in the streets

 

B. "Tartaros For Wand'ring Minds"

conflagration of light

in the darkness of incest

in the darkness of incest

these insincere animals, hungry for inanimate

panic at the victims and dead ones

a bloodshot handjob for stirrups

riding on wolves, hungry for inanimate

here is no why.

let-let-let-let it burn

abstinent from beastiality

it's a bully day to die

hand in a resignation

here is no why.

 

C. "Cystic Eyes Of Infected Green"

my-my-my nails peel back

foreskin treasures running thin

skin deep Leviticus to rob you of it.

"well, first they laid me out on a table and strapped my hands and feet into restraints. i could almost taste the honey dripping off of their razorblade wings. they smiled at me the way harpies always do when they catch you, then they hung my arms and legs from the ceiling by the umbilical cords of stillborn lesbians. they left me in the rubble of my home as a stumpy, torso-esque excuse for a man with nothing but syllable blood and an embryotic warning."

bring me to my knees

set upon a conflagration

put the whore up in stirrups

a foundation of woe

phantomime hypocrites

here is no why.

 

D. "The Oversexed Dead Dog Of Latin"

panic at the rapists and wounders

staring at the victims and dead ones

lying in the streets

in the darkness of incest

cystic piper of pan-pipes

fishing in the rivers of blood hearts

panic at the rapists and dead ones

lying in the streets

here is no why.

"after you fought through the intellectually wrinkled savant who guarded the gates of oblivion, you stood before the fluid oozing from your germinating septum. gesticulating all the while, you are slowly eaten alive by the bile-toothed, hacknyed swine of the earth"

in the darkness of incest

double septum Gemini

 

E. "The Rooster De Gallo"

"enter into her cock-guzzling clitoris of suicidal, knife-fucking glory.  a bloodshot handjob of nails being driven into your naval cavities."

my-my-my nails peel back

(I give my skin to the city)

here is no why.

in the darkness of incest