Fine minstrels strum a sequence So ear shatteringly beautiful And the decaying frosted wood lingers about Stairways hidden in dark tombs Not to be seen What have I seen? Colours running rapid through bits of paint And the cracking up of statue saints Blackest rain slightly lingers to stray Nothing more should I say Neon walls and city so brave That can not be seen within inches The timid creatures dance and shirk Not to be dismayed Of endless hours they have slain As I stand in this decrepit crypt Of horrors beyond my passion A passion so secretly kept To this day To this day and not a further more
Silence upon the daytime Birds embraced in thoughtful words River tunnels underground wounding mournful enemies Deepest, pale blue stricken through your eyes Tell quite a tale for the wonderful passerby Meloncholic tales of gnomes and mountains pass my eyes And your image flurries through the madness Far away, the distance cries simple melodies And the minstrels gather in the countryside with silence Sounds echo through the wind with a silent morbid occurance Night has fallen all around, without shape or size Mountains have been inhabited by witches and the nameless Graves churn with deceptive evil, the risen fall again Moonlight shines through the altar tenfold And the creatures play for another day
This sticky substance which makes its way from my sight Where has it been all this time without a word? Mental psychedelic orgies rage blasphemous laughter Your mind can compute the death of it's death machine Filthy vermin damaging a queen to her rightful execution Blackmailing enemies with merciful consciousness Fluid protruding from the plasm of a great wise leader Damaging the intelligent with hypnotic spells of black magick martyrs Sexual perversions, offbeat chord structures, can they examine our souls? Filthy bums run naked stealing trash from psychotic lovers Criminals find room for service in this hell without remorse Animal hair glued to the walls in an odd fashion Without the depth of introspective wonder, the damned cease to exist Ringing majestic tales for children with lunatic eyes And waiting for silent approach in the warm bliss Like the blanket of feathers that entangles the baby from the storm Wasted from fortune in the depth of your own mind Is it not but a mirror image of everyone else?
Jesus H. Christ on a cross is as fake as Yosemite Sam He died for nothing, a nonexistant creature for your thoughts He can't save you from the pain and you have only yourself to blame God is the metaphor for your hypocrisy and you shall pay You think you know it all because something happens to go your way And when you die you will see it all come through to your brain Religion is as true as Jack the Ripper as the judge in a mad court Your sadness is handed to you on a silver tray while your weak And you will cry for your entity, you will even pray but nothing is there Your soul is crushed and your mind melted away, decaying with laughter Slipping into madness and cursed with everlasting solitude You fall into a deep pit, will you ever get out and break the hold? Crawling and writhing with mental anguish, bleeding through your soul You will die stuck in your cell and you will rot like an hallucination shall
Your sick, twisted somewhat delayed mind control Psychologically break me up, destroy me, kill me You are a witch contemplating death, but you need to bring me down Coming from a pit of fire and brimstone with a damned look in your eyes Kiss the wounds of pain and simplicity and sing me softly to sleep Finish the job and crawl away from Death's scythe Hypocritical fool, heartless queen, brainless king, you better fucking scream You destroyed my soul, tore open my head and creeped around up there Someday it will pass, finish yourself off and make it last While I sit here and laugh, smoke my herb, and buy more grass I loved the way you talked until the world took it's evil way And brought it down upon my soul, now you are just another day
There once was a man full of verse Whose writing was struck with a curse Had no sense of rhyming and really bad timing So Gatsby, you could be much worse.
There once was a squirrel Orison319 was his name One day he flew And I said "Holy shit brah, do that again!" He flew and rested upon thy field of marihuana And he got high and said with a sigh "Fuckin a... let us shmoke sum more" And again he rolled...
In which right mind do I deserve this love Certainly the happiness of a madman, but I'm the lesser Oh, should I cease, should I withdrawal all my wrong emotions And simply cast them into the endless turning sea of eternity Talking to myself would be talking to you, but I see that now Do you not want to appear pleased in front of the celebration? The guests seem quite eager to hear those adventurous tales And they sit and drink their mescaline laced tea, and listen Suddenly, these dreams take the body, submerge into material beings See, see how they sit, they spilt their milk, and whispered in syncopation Now they all rise, and have that orgy of the soul, and the objects rose Clock striking midnight, the bell tolls, and all leave in some altered rhythm Terrified the children watch as cosmic laughter surrounds their sleep Darling, you're party was wonderful, so they say, as they gather in their hell And so it has been written, they shall rise nevermore, and cease our terror
Sour fucker, I see you sitting there Cooking time, coupled rhymes But you see its not me Sitting there with my hand in my hair Dripping sweat, and blood, through the cracks Your visions, are incompatible with who we are Don't play with fire, if you can't put it out Can't even light a match Fuck you Fuck me Fuck And drown Drown down in a pool, a pool of wine With a trio that plays empty words If you saw yourself, you'd cry Hypocrite Take the easy way out And find yourself out You're just a sour fucker
Write your name with a sewing needle You should let that bleed through a little Sitting at home, you stared at the wall Waiting for a call, but no one is home You're life in a line, and that is the filth of mine Take a walk, tell them to just fuck off Whisper in their ear, to get shit in gear
Endless, white dreaming swan Floating, on a lake or pond Bathing, crying to hear song Oh, beautiful lake, hear the trees Hear the waining sound of the clouds And that magnificent whisper From now to which it became, but nothing Smell, the sweet baker's oven Soothing, till again he bakes another Steep hillside, where the marble steps reside "Whoot!" -- the birds cry pirched in the wood In that wooded hollow, creatures call home The scent of dew, encloses them in the atmosphere Of that cozy morning, when the sun never shone so brightly
I'm alone I'm stoned I'm dead Inside I express my feelings In the most primitive manner I hate people But I'm lonely I can't seem to find a decent person I'm not worthy Of love Of trust Of friendship Of kindness So spit in my face And stab me in the heart Kill me But shoot my veins full of dope And then leave me in the gutter Where I belong for a long time And don't worry because I'll be alright As long as I'm alone I'll follow my own rules Thank you So you can fuck off, please I'm such a hypocrite When it comes to my desires I need life I need people But you mindless fuckers Aren't people I'm not a person either, though Whatever, I just wanna get stoned
