1. Deflower

To enter your thoughts for just a few seconds as your pick their faith from your teeth.
The obscene dance of your memories.
What you touched and what you tore irreparbly screams in the chambers on the cloth.
In time perhaps something resembling guilt will finally devour you.

2. Tentacle

Bitter aftertaste of every exploitation chokes me like a mouthful of spiders.
Crawling in or out I don't know,
But I kneel to the gods of nausea in moments of reflection
Upon what I stole from a fifteen year old girl.
and not even a thousand seasons of rain could wash my leprosy from her body.

3. Yellow Line Transfer

Playing the silent movie villain scrambling to tie myself to train tracks.
Praying for technicolor in the afterlife
I swear that eccentric on the street corner
was talking about my world ending and now I feel like I am being followed.
When I saw the little blonde girl reading the book on horses and I wished her comatose,
I began to feel sick but they tell me that I am better now.

4. Under The Fingernails

You think I am listening but I am really just watching the candlelight between us dim,
trying not to stare at your forked tongue or the venom it drips.

5. Elfin

I am content in the wooden half of ventriloquism
with fingers up the back of my shirt sifting through the well-camouflaged maggots.
Flakes of your urine taste like fairy dust when I allow my tongue to betray me,
I consider myself lucky to be destroyed by such elegance.

6. Unwitting Valentine

The sunlight rips through the overcast skies of my concious.
Through the crack in the closet door warming the claw marks
inside my eyelids the puppet seems to have walked in on his master untangling her strings.
But sometimes when I am watching the silhoutte in her bedroom window
I think of leaning over her while she sleeps and licking the heroin off her lips.

7. Oven

оригинал: The Melvins

I coulda swore I gave my wedding ring to you.
Among the chewing gears you taunt me tear.
Elements are still alive to shake from ear to ear.
Pez are gonna let it slide gonna burn what cotton decides are apple.
My main oven drive he took from under what's come over me.

8. Three Second Apocalypse

Tonight your decadence demands a sacrifice but attrition never slowed you before.
Stepping on faces, tripping over limbs, fighting the machine gun's attention.
As both halves of your friend lay in the background you try to convince him
that you can always pry the jaws open at will.

9. Treblinka

Late term abortion.
Three decades late be sure to empty all ten commandments
into his chest for only holy redneck terrorism can
usher in the second coming of the coat-hanger.

10. Fingers In The Throat

Long sleeved in the summer, again in our gray shirts,
leaning against cinderblock walls,
we even hide from the other prey,
but as soon as the lioness comes we step forth and present our throats,
hoping this time it will be different.
And then we bleed again.

11. My Fellow Vermin

Burn the men of science who would trivialize the collapse of a sun
and kill these atheists who can only make their tears with thumbscrews.
I cannot destroy my own life efficiently perhaps self-sabotage is high evolution.

12. Endgame

Such the delicate locust without your wings have you ceased to threaten me.
A hundred knifings later, there's so much blood so little of anything else for you.
I played the endgame as the pawn toppled for the queen's pleasure.

13. One Funeral Too Many

All star crossed and stary eyed innocence pulled away by maturity's tide.
Loneliness as the void into which all this warped obsession is cast,
shyness as the dam denying the river it's ultimate purpose.
Deafened by all the silent laughter under the whispered promises which rusted down to jagged lies anyway.
Stab me again my sweet little murderer.

14. Higher Forms Of Pornography

It flows like red lava upon a city of outstretched arms awaiting deliverance.
Awaiting rebirth as infestation beneath the skin of a goddess divinity
through association crawling toward mirages of sand dunes and assembling puzzles with hammers.
The dolls may be fucking but the obscenity is mine alone.

15. Honeymoon

I always thought it fitting the way they chose the next victim
with a bouquet of dying flowers and how happy they appeared
as they ducked into the smiling hearse.
But I quite fancied them losing their lifeblood in a hotel room
somewhere with a lot of palm trees because eventually
they will see that our weaknesses are all it takes to make the most devine of flowers wither.

16. Alcatraz Metaphors

While we used long fingernails to carve epitaphs into the floor,
you were scratching freedom from concrete living in a world of gamblers and murder victims.
I walk these corridors knowing of the net beneath your defiance has become
legend within these walls and we sit in our cells and hope you live
enough life for the rest of us who did not make it out.

17. Flesh Upon Gear

Maudlin idea of government abolition noble in intention
absurd in lack of realism mirage of a sinister brain.
Trust our denial and desperation.
Force it into existence, we are outnumbered because we are the enemy.
Too numerous to pinpoint, too powerful to vanquish and too apathetic
to reproach a gigantic flesh and bone mechanization with it's gears
all trying to turn independently of one another,
by design destined to run horribly amok.

18. Pixie

Young unicorns snatched from the impossible skies precious horns, ordinary chainsaws.
I am left with horses revolting in the normalcy,
shipwrecked by a face all sweet and empty like a hollow candy,
or an ice cream smile licked down to a cigarette I promptly extinguished in a dead infection.
A desk drawer full of blurry sunflowers.
Under your bare feet are only symptomatic of the monster I have become.