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1. SMOTHER THE CRONES

What would it take to smother these crones?

From scratch starts the sloping off
To a wilderness
Undertow colossal leads me like lead
Past life trespassers
Sold strange to my soiled my eyes
Underwater rain parade
I can't collide!

Oh Lord... What would it take to smother these crones?

Let's get skeletal
Necro-spiritual
There's murder in the cronehouse tonight
Their skullharp scriptures
Catholic boyschool
We'll smother the bones of our past tonight

Let's get skeletal
Necro-spiritual!!

Skulls grin from passing cars
Through the traffic of the dead
They laugh me up their ancient sleeves
Into the borderless beyond
Wayside pastors gracing black pastures
"I'm boarding sinking ships" [Jonas Raskolnikov, 2008]

Oh please God smother these crones

Let's get skeletal
Necro-spiritual
There's murder in the cronehouse tonight
Their skullharp scriptures
Catholic boyschool
We'll smother the bones of our past tonight

Let's get skeletal
Necro-spiritual!!

RIP Jesuit mindfuck MCMXC




2. IN THE PRIVACY OF YOUR OWN BONES

I am bone and I am silence
I am a tongue without a word
I am dust and I am violence
I am never heard

For I am the ghost of should have been
I am the ghost of almost near
I am the ghost of never know
I am never seen

Take my face in place of yours
And through your eyes I shine
Kiss your child goodnight and say
These lips aren't really mine

Oh these lips aren't really mine

I am bone and I am silence
I am a tongue without a word
I am dust and I am violence
I am never heard

For I am the ghost of should have been
I am the ghost of almost near
I am the ghost of never know
I am never seen

Take my face in place of yours
And through your eyes I shine
Kiss your child goodnight and say
These lips aren't really mine

Oh these lips aren't really mine

And should I die
Bring my shadow to me
Roll it up and swallow it
Withdraw my touch from all your hands
Recede and remain
A memory of absence

Through which a null wind unfurls
To disorder your world

And I shall breath in all my words
My fingers return to bone and curl




3. THE RATTLE OF BLACK TEETH

On a mattress of salt
On a sea of wounds
And only my arms for oars
White-knuckle dream ride
Cling on for dear life
Fare thee well my black-hole bride

My mirage cocoon of horses sail into the sky

It's so strange
What life looks like
When you're falling
Falling
Falling through the cracks

Is there anyone there
On the other side?
Do they know who you are?
Can they bring you back?

And in my deepest darkest dreams
The rattle of black teeth is growing and growing
In the heart of my brain

There's something coming
And it will never leave you behind
It's pulling you and tugging you
Til the light goes out in your eyes

When fate hangs you out
You out to dry
When you're finally coming apart
Then you'll start to know why

And in my deepest darkest dreams
The rattle of black teeth is growing and growing
In the heart of my brain

On a mattress of salt
On a sea of wounds
And only my arms for oars
White-knuckle dream ride
Cling on for dear life
Fare thee well my black-hole bride




4. POSSESSION IS THE MEDICINE

The statues are tilted
In priest-like poses
They're moving their arms
In rhythmical dreams

Possession is the medicine
For the tainted blurred within

Lined up on pedestals
In pestilent postures

Possession is the medicine
For the tainted words whim

Imprisoned in spine
Tending lights in the tunnels

Speaking in tongues
Shining in spasms

The invisible presence
And his toxic torrents
The clocks have all slowed
To the sound of howling throats

Acrid fumes on the horned horizon
Altars stained with blood
Cutting off thrones to spite the face
All phantoms underground
Walk with me now

Possession is the medicine!

Memorial wolds of fanaticism
Medicate the worship within
Nefarious roads of old omens
The overpowering will
Disturbance in the root of the self
A loose thread reveals
In too deep to turn back now
Just a spoonful of hate
Helps the medicine go down!

Possession is the medicine!




5. JESUS FEVER

Is this all, the dark circled
Cracks and the crested eyes
Our deliverance, our deity cries
Watch me, watch me arise
This is the emergence of youth!

I have to break the face
Lift the effervescence and align the sky
Break the rocks and empathy deny
This is the emergence of youth!

Caught locked and brutalised
Thrown down you are the body, I am the mind
You deserve only suffering
I am divine

Here I am truly Scythian, alive
I evolve the world
My destruction belies
The buds of genesis, the fruit, the wine
I break the gables, the column, the vine
I am laughing in the temple of youth!

Jesus fever
Grievous Diva
Mischievous Shiva
Jesus fever




6. I HOLD YOUR LIGHT

Parlour magician
Saw me in half
Pull me from your hat
Break my body, break my back
Drag me through wives, lawns and suburbs
You the great destroyer of my childhood

Like a ship that was lost in a storm
I will lie in my grave and stretch out my arms
I will lay this body down
I will lay this body down

When the evening of judgement has come
When all the stars in the sky come undone
I will lay this body down
I will lay this body down
On the miry road

I hold your light
That bursts the banks
Of the rivers of my limbs
Brain set on fire
In a flavour of the celluloid
You're my odyssey, my glory
My last chance at reality




7. A SUTRA OF WOUNDS

There's something in here
Choked, pleading, turning on a tourniquet
Leather bound witches skin dolls sway

Long lithe naked faceless bodies slide
And the pain
Is sensational

And in the dark
Your succubus
Is gibbering
And hungry

Scream your elegy to me
I'll christen you with scars
Follow me beyond
The measure of fatigue
Scream your elegy to me
And I'll christen you with scars
I'll break you on the shores of fatigue

Close tight and caged
Tumbling, cascading
Arms and mouth restrained
Numb limbs a nimbus of pain
And the heat
Is sensational
And as you fall
Almond eyes turn
And the heat
Is sensational

And within you fall
The distance
Is vertiginous
And hungry

Scream your elegy to me
I'll christen you with scars
Follow me beyond
The measure of fatigue
Scream your elegy to me
And I'll christen you with scars
I'll break you on the shores of fatigue

Irradiant fires
I desire oblivion
Across our eyes is enscribed
Dominion
And will these wonders end

Irradiant fires
I desire oblivion
Across our eyes is enscribed
Dominion
And this wind hastens night

And in the night
On the borders of fatigue
Here flesh is a language and through
It you speak

On succulent blades
You are crippled and maimed
Walk with me
On the landscape of pain
Chain yourself to desire
And I'll christen us with scars




8. THE ASCENDENT GROTESQUE

I am bloodless and cry
My vessel breaks releasing
Ire

My shoulders raise and break
The cradle of the sky

The stars are falling
I am awake and should play
This is the end of days
The end of days
The end of days

My eyes split horizons
The ellipsis my maw
This is a call to war
This is a call to war
A call to war

My shoulders raise and break
The cradle of the sky
The stars cascade
My hands shred moonlight

My voice the joy of the sea

Searing you all with sound
With sound
I grab the earth and shake
The dead from the ground

I bask in light
And infinite vision
I am joy and destructions

Violent collision