I saw and felt the oracly thing, this and that
The power pawns moving into positions of help
Hate this, hate that, love your voice, love your cheeks, love your air
Sleep is the gift that we all have, most of us
The rick of sliding down that secret stairwell
The blogorous liberty of sight greeting us in heaven
Dirty, Robert
Na/Da
Can dye yes
Can die yes
Can’d yeyes
Candy eyes
Candyeyes
A triangle between my eyes
A triangle between my eyes
A triangle between my eyes
A triangle between my eyes
Off camera
Everything happens
Off camera
Off camera
Memory’s fading, memories fading
We all writhe with the falling waves
Spurning the seething mission of gore
The thriving hate of ancient generations
we now see inside ourselves, eternally
The dithering shame of men and women wasted
Blasted upon sickened shores of blood spray
The sharpened hooves of our enemies clave
The lust of time-dead orgies of blind rage
Spitting, spewing the lost ogres of death fantasy
Here we hate freely and kill blindly
The pirates of souls’ hate know us well
We thrive on the day-by-day glow of bile
The heaving heat of crushing matter glows
Cresting waves wash us purely
All of our despair climaxes and collapses
Lover Loser
Blood leaking from the emerald eye
Spilling sparks form the centre of a black hole
We all fear the hate that burns our hearts
Blasted shores
Thinking stones, the work in advance
Love loves loving
Peter pictures pirates
But with the joy and death of a sightless slight
We see where we truly be
We see where we truly be
Love's love lusting