Monday, March 03, 2014

Waist Down

Breaking doors
I am falling down
My feet are done
My love is gone

Dity rats
Abuse my soul
Laundry's done
I am blowing smoke

Bury me
Under the grave
Eight feet deep
No one to blame

Words come out
In a muffled mess
Claustrophobia now
Kicking in

Talk to me
I can't hear you
Scream to me
I am not listening
Feel me up
I can't feel you
I am paralysed
Waist down

Sipping cold
And shivering
The ice feeze wins
Everytime

My bone is cheap
Just a marrow bleed
I've got a disease
But no cure

Talk to me
I can't hear you
Scream to me
I am not listening
Feel me up
I can't feel you
I am paralysed
Waist down

Slowly die
In an empty space
The cold wind blows
An eternal phase

Dust is here
For the ash to burn
Dwell in hell
Got no love

A Serial Killer Who Only Kills Serial Killers (Dexter Tribute) - Killer Clown

Zodiac killer
Sharp stone shooter
You never gonna catch me, no

Cut throat buccaneer
Dead end assassinator
You could never catch anyone

Psycho serial killer
Baby sweet pedo lover
No one can catch me now

Good brain bank robber
Nerdy inside trader
Oh please, wont you give it up

Killer Clown is on the loose
And he be wearing Dexter's shoes
Killer clown is out again
You better beware

Swindling CEO's
Rusted knife stabbers
He be coming after you

Cyanide injectors
Poison carriers
He will be stalking you

Flame throwing arsons
God feeding butchers
He's got you in his book

Tough hand stranglers
Brain washing cheerleaders
That's what he thinks of you

Killer Clown is on the loose
And he be wearing Dexter's shoes
Killer clown is out again
You better beware

Vegas City Blues

She's a whisky bottle sitting at a black jack table
She's got cash to just blow away
She's got weary eyes that scream out a disappointing past
And the morning clock sings eight O five

He's been in debt for as long as he remembers
He's got DUI records on his resume
He's been late to work cause he just can't seem to be on time
And time is what he has lost track of

They've got their best friend's wedding to pillage and ruin
They've got bars to grill and drinks to spill
They've got to know what it's like to be arrested
And the evening clock says its that time

I've got a loveless scar that i might wanna talk about
I've got a pretty sweet girl but she wants to leave
I've got to get out of here and go for a real long drive
But time, it's never on my side

Nyctophilia

When the darkness binds
For a love to find
The black birds, they heal

When the stone is washed
With a fire so deep
The moon is in the sky

Nyctophilia
Nyctophilia

When the vapors burn
A dream of lonely cries
The werewolves, they rise

When the lie is this world
And the poison kicks in
The remedy is the night

Nyctophilia
Nyctophilia

Friday, January 17, 2014

Stay

A Soothing bait 
Sword shaped pole
Her dead eyes speak life to me

Under the glass
It seems so real
Like flowers on a cherry hill

Made some hay
But the sun just set
Pins and needles in my way

Your turn just came
Mute and bail
Another day is here to stay

Stay
Stay with me
Oh just stay
Stay stay stay

A running soul
On the lam and out for fold
Don't you trust when the bid is on

Mercury stars
Engulf the flames
Cease it with a hate that ends

Made some love
In the hay
Found the sun set in a stack of hay

Your turn is back
Rise and shine
Would you please just care to stay

Stay
Stay with me
Oh you got to stay
Stay stay stay

Stay stay stay

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

The Drifter

Lay down your truth
Run from your skin
Scars and holes is what they seek

You're petrified
You're dirty and disgusting
There is nothing cowards wouldn't say

Brainwash, force feed, all the same
Curfew, Riot, it's the same name
Cut me loose, I don't belong
I am a drifter, nothing like you

Cobweb the freedom
Lice and disease
A fake war to ignite it

You're not alone
The voted will help
Guns and blood for free

Brainwash, force feed, all the same
Curfew, Riot, it's the same name
Cut me loose, I don't belong
I am a drifter, nothing like you

In the bedroom
Five hour sex
The wife is looking for the same

I am petrified
I am dirty and disgusting
There is nothing i wouldn't say

Cut me loose, I don't belong
i am a drifter, there's nothing new

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

A Love Song Called Montreal

All this cold
All this snow
My face is punched up
Like a line of a joke
They won't make hay
There is no sun
The day grows old
With cliches told 

How i wish to feel you sunshine again
How i need that deep breath of warmth again
How i need to get back to the things i love
I love you, but i love them more

Got snaps
Got tunes
Got smoke
Got Stab
Got love
Got sand
Got sun
Got flap

Lost my soul on a Saint Catherine
Gave my heart to a Crescent Moon
Stuck now, in a not know knot
I am happy or i am sad, no one knows
Will miss all the crepes and all of the beer
Will miss all the bread on a chocolate, my dear
There is an an old port as they say
But it is new and fresh and it will never decay

On Peel street, a travelling band played
"Taxman" and others from Harrison's lair
Gran Prix weekend with the world over
I will always remember you, even if you forget
I might have missed a snowflake or two
And i did miss a love affair, you can bet
But more than anything else
I will miss all you people that i have met