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Prayer For Thee End

(Instrumental)

Dance With Your Dead

I hold your hand

Dance with your dead

You help me breathe

I shake and sing GLORIA

Dance with your dead

This Is How I'll Break Your Heart

Sunday we ache with smiles, opening our coffin

Wednesday we fill with style, romance, love and devotion

This is how we tear apart

The attraction that we start

This is how we play the part

On how we’ll break the heart

Tuesday we fuck in the familiar places and surroundings

Thursday is peculiar we drink heavy and talk about our death

This how we bleed the part

To give end a head start

This is how we tear apart

This how I’ll break your heart

Joy

Famously I walk these streets

Smell the vomit and poor disease

Preacher on the corner vacantly

Glazed are his eyes talking to me

“Oh, give it joy!”

Kept on walking as he shook his fists

His clothing stains of whiskey and piss

The dirt on his face and humble lips

Faintly speak to me, remember kid

“Oh, give it joy!”

Hey! Hey! Why the hell am I living here?

“Oh, give it joy!”

God Has Left This House!

Hey there now that you’re in my car

Take care of that thing called heart

Say you’ll stay and I’ll be your empire

Taste my way and I’ll be a good liar

Stay afraid and I’ll fill your fire

Please on knees and I will be desired

Not anywhere you can escape now

Face this God has left this house

Say you’ll stay and I’ll be your empire

Tame this shame and I keep you high

Hey, I say when you are divine

State your plead and I will be desired

In any day there’s no way to turn

You’ll stay even though it hurts

What Hell

I anathematized

In many ways to sing

A choking clockwork

That means not a thing

Oh, I don’t think we’ll be friends - No

I cannot sympathize

In more than one way

What the hell I’m after Backward I stay

Oh, I don’t think we’ll be friends - No

Queer

And he groans with his moans through his needs as a queer

And he wails in his dreams when he cries as a queer

I want more.

I want more, more than this

Give me more

And he loves when he cums inside them as a queer

When he talks he bites his nails to hides his hands as a queer

I want more.

I want more, more than this

Give me more

Oh how could they love you like I do, I do yeah

His Children

Gonna take that man to the top of the city!

Gonna swear his name won’t give him no pity!

Gonna show him how his children live

Gonna show him how his children give

Gonna show him what his world once said

Gonna show how man’s kingdoms dead

Gonna take my hand to the road of glory?

Gonna swear my God this isn’t your story?

Gonna show him how his children kill

Gonna show him all the children ill

Gonna show what state his nature’s in

Gonna shed some tears & see some sin

Alleluia

The crowds go mad

I see sixteen body bags

God, what a ride I’m gonna feel tonight?

“Off with her head!” chants the man. “Deader woman!”

I made it swear that it won’t take my heart there

I made it swear that I am no Father who walks on water here

The masses stampede

There are eyes to feed

God, what a sight I’m going to see tonight?

“Next to behead!” chants the man. “Deader woman!”

I made it swear that it won’t take my heart there

I made it swear that it won’t take back these years

I made it swear that it won’t take my heart there

I made it swear that I am no other who kills his brother here

In The Rafters

Oh Jackie, I never felt so alive

When I let you fall were you holding tight?

Guess I’ll never really know

But oh Jackie did u see the light?

“I heard voices, like woman and children singing not far away. I tell you it scared me, but the louder it brought, it made tears run down my face.”

 “La la dadada”, they sang

Oh Jackie, I thought I’d die

When I saw your cold white body below

“My wicked heart!” (While trembling) “Oh Christ!”

But oh Jackie did you see a light?

“I heard voices, like woman and children singing not far away. I tell you it scared me, but the louder it brought, it made tears run down my face.”

“La la dadada”, they sang

Dear Paramour,

(This is a song for all the lovers out there)

And in one final hour I’ll leave your crocheted world

Leave you moping before sun-rising To shed off pseudo desire abiding

One last weep for your melancholy’s

Two adieus or farewells

Three kisses for all my failures

Four cries for fucking postcard memoirs

Oh, Dear paramour, I am no more

Dear paramour, utterly stale and truly yours

One last pen for my beloved

Yeah, this last pen – yeah, I write to you

Endowed with a guillotine

To hollow out my easy ability

One last awaited departure

Two witnesses for the heartache

Three lashes to drive the nails in

Four last words to implicate the genius

Oh, Dear paramour, I am no more

Dear paramour, utterly pale and sickly scorned

In one more hour I’ll leave you

Her Glory

I step outside the history I own

Put on a sheet to wear - my holy ghost

The trial ends.

The mission sends me home

The role of thunder’s curiously glow

So I killed the father figure in you

The stench of this post-mortem air

And the minions that stand linger there

Raised to define the things that stunt my growth

And the vile need

To let it eat me whole

And I kill the father figure in you

And we all praise her

Her Glory

(And Stories Of) Beautiful Lives

You touch at my flesh but I no longer feel familiar

There is a hole. See where I bury my behavior

It’s a lonely ghost that haunts a peculiar state I fall though

I don’t know how the hell that I am there

You are what I could fear

A train of death No derail - tracks are built like a god

Glory perspired and is stripped with all my red, red, red blood

There is a hole where signs point toward surrender

Though I don’t know how the hell I could ever end it here

Suppose you’re I what fear

Run under hills into my hole

This is the place that I call home

The Moon, The Stars, And The Blood On The Gravel

We watch the cities burn first.

Then comes the country flame

We see all flags rising but they no longer state their fame

We feel the ground trembling mad and hear a loud trumpet play

Some say it’s Jesus Christ and some say it’s just the rain

Well hallelujah

We smell the rotting hole where we once toasted champagne

We yell the common call. “I saw another dead angel today.”

We hear the thunders moan and we hear its belly ache

Some say it’s God himself. Some say it’s just his pain

Well hallelujah

24 Hours, 17 Minutes

Like a child so impatiently

Like a boy who misses his dad

I would cry until I got my way

I wound miss you more than that

24 hours, 17 minutes

I spent in your brick apartment

I fell in love and it’s trembling sober

And it’s something I should have said

Like a crime so influential

Like a faith that woken all paths

I would steal, cheat and murder

I would believe in you more than that

24 hours, 17 minutes

I spent in your brick apartment

Days thereafter are all colder

And it’s something I should have said

And it will leave me a little dead

Crawl

Yes, I am breathing here yet another day

My words mean nothing compared to the weight

Of loneness I still use as bait

To then trap myself inside as

You hold me up yet it’s still too late

You shut me up and I still hesitate

You keep me close yet I’m failing to stay

You are what I’ll miss most anyway

Yes, I use to be much stronger then afraid

My mind means nothing compared to the fate

Of ode fullness I use as ways

To then loosen the dirt I return as

You hold me up yet it’s still too late

You shut me up and I still hesitate

You keep me close yet I’m failing to stay

You are what I’ll miss most anyway

Down (You Always Led Me)

You made a change in mind

When in all and all there’s too much thinking

I realize the “why” is questioning the knowledge of

A man - I think I am just before I forget A hand - I think I take for my sour defenses

Oh, you always let me down now

And clinically we try

To wash the feet in clean disease

Did I mention I’d lie?

 Even though I adapt quickly too

A man - I think I am just before we do a dare and build us A land - happiness speaks to live with danger

Oh, you always led me down now

I shine like you. I’m more battered than a fucking soldier

Till kingdoms come? And this will I’ve done?

We’ll always let you down now

When Love Preludes Instrumentally

(Instrumental)

Die'n Young (Is How I Want To Die)

In time I cry for what I lose

In time I shy from what I use

It won’t be fair to you for me to share my pain the same old way

It won’t be fair to you for me to feel explained the same old way

It won’t be fair to you for me to stand and face that same old way

It won’t be fair to you for me to say..

 “..And I swear I’ll prove you good, all over, all over, all over now!”

In time I try for what I abuse

In time I die from what I accuse

It won’t be fair to you for me to share my pain the same old way

It won’t be fair to you for me to feel explained the same old way

It won’t be fair to you for me to stand and face that same old way

It won’t be fair to you for me to say..

 “..And I swear I’ll prove you good, all over, all over, all over now!”

Under Our Sheets

Flatten how I feel; I had a change in mind

Conscious of a real world with you by my side

Sorry babe, but it won’t let you through again

May be fate, but it won’t let you through again

It’s too late, and it won’t let you though again

You may have faith, but it won’t let you through again

And I’ll rejoice, the pinning on the wheel

I had a voice, before the sentenced steal

Sorry babe, but it won’t let you through again

May be fate, but it won’t let you through again

It’s too late, and it won’t let you though again

You may have faith, but it won’t let you through again

All is weak under our sheets

From 1982

Will eat that fire and the liar you breathe

Swallow the questions that mean shit to me

Had man itself, oh what a recyclable breed

The simpletons are not so ordinary

Rip through words that felt extensive

The meaningless old definitions

Tear my limbs will condemnation?

Trade a soul for a generation

I sing all that is wrong, in every single song

The Jealous lovers that need, Passionate travesty

Can starve forever on a terrible dream

And take for granted in wonderful means

Strike a deal with god through prayer & things

That solve the hunger its fury will bring

Knock on walls of past existence

Strom the halls as if a witness

Call out to a higher sanction

Trade a soul for a severed nation

You’ll run to every wrong, as I walk through the song 

Familiar things that bleed, for silly catastrophes

I’m taking all that I say in, pleading an inside way

Your reading into a truth, I will be writing to you 

From 1982

Scene One

“Time has forgotten why”, I uttered like rhyme of war

“Why you never let me die!? You never let me die!?”

So I have ventured here, I hold you to my ear, “I need an answered voice?”, Sighed “Becoming is the night, I hold with might in black corners.”

“Why you never let me cry!? Why you never let me cry!?”

I Want You To Believe What It Meant To Be Here

<For Lisa>

I don’t know if I indulge you enough

But I may not be for years

I thought I’d write something for you

To look back on when we disappear

I don’t want you to ignore it

If it sheds, let it tear

I want you to believe what it meant to be here

Oh

I can’t always convey

Everything with little words

But when you leave and go away

I will carry a good hurt

I don’t want you to dwell on it

Just let bleed from your ears

I just want you believe what it meant to be here

Oh

Statement Of My Sickened Nature

(Instrumental)