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Cold as Hell
03:07
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It's cerebrial vandalizm
Hanging from the edge
It's caterwauling vacancy
You're the impending gleam now
You're the most amazing example
Of tricks of light on the toy store shelf
You're the endless river of magic subconscious
Fantasies following compulsion of self
The tarnished glass doll levitates
Precariously inside the window box
And her spun gold hair shatters in the logical air
And falls like dust whenever she talks
Somewhere out there, a motorcycle tearing up
The desert in malpracticed highway lines
There's a fist lodged in the sky tonight
And these legs have been wrapped up a million times
And she falls like dust in through my window
She's got a space where she can still breathe in stereo
A notch cut in a tree, a downed fighter pilot
Is watching the tide take his reflections away
I've heard you speak of the unseen guns
But a lady never tells
We watch with vacant eyes as the fire runs
But in here it's cold as Hell...
It's in the elevator shaft
Like a cyst breeding carbon
It's in the bottom dresser drawer next to
The pictures of with whom this all began
And making love to her was like
Sitting down to breakfast inside a laundromat
And we would swim at night
With silhouettes watching us act like cats
Hanging off the wall an inch above the water
Rolling downhill in the sand with Ginsberg's daughter
The elevator shaft lined with magic marker
It never was, never will, never could, never should
Come to grey-blue, it's pulling through, it's mine too
But you are not the one I've lied to
I could spread like fire in the hills
And watch your trust seep under the door
And you'll decide not to decide
I'll probably never even meet you and thus, no mirrors collide
You'll find me throwing rocks at the sunlight
I'll jab holes in the lid of the jar
So you can get some fresh air in there
The fighter pilot's mastering a suntan
Leonard Nimoy's really just the Sandman
All your books are just a gesture of futility
All my words are spitting out like busted teeth
I've heard you speak of the unseen guns
But a lady never tells
We watch with vacant eyes as the fire runs
But in here it's cold as Hell...
You're a beautiful lie
The vanities of a thousand strangers
Swirling in the air tonight
And the heat crystallized the saliva
Soft and warm inside her mouth
And the paratroopers waiting on the seashore
Changing money and lists of pagan spells
We wait in the phone with fire sticks
The carnivore shows us his magic tricks
She walks over the lake with blackened feet
Taking us under, one by one by...
I've heard you speak of the unseen guns
But a lady never tells
We watch with vacant eyes as the fire runs
But in here it's cold as Hell...
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2. |
Cannibals
03:47
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"Let's eat..."
Pagan gods throw lightning rods and anarchists plant their bombs
But it's not fun anymore no, it's just not fun anymore
And I'm approached by a girl with roses in her hand and the words "God Is Dead"
Tattooed in deep black letters like a UPC symbol across her forehead
Vultures with radar landing against my windowpane
I brush the sleep from the eyes of faces protruding from my brain
In my living room a garden grows where I can harvest my bombshells
And watch a girl being strangled with a telephone cord from the window of a cheap motel
We could all go out in a ball of flames
Die a safe death before dawn, disappear in the mortal trough
Or the sun will just melt us down the window pane
But every time I think about it, my head falls off
Do you remember the Summer of '64 when we used to twist and shout?
No, I wasn't born yet, but you can tell me about it (on your way out)
Every morning, my Zen breakfast cereal effectively drowns out the sound of distant guns
I suppose this means the United States government is secretly run by aliens
Every night I share my TV dinners
With Elvis Presley's corpse
I show up with buckets of cranial fluid
I drain off the kind of guys who wear Bermuda shorts
The ghost in the mirror knocks "RAT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT!"
When you're gone, he plays Othello with your wife
And together, they're reciting Brautigan
But you must lead a very boring life
We could all go out in a ball of flames
Our bitter solitude would make us cooler than Jean-Paul Sartre
But I'm stalling like a zombie in acid rain
And every time I think about it, my head splits apart
Lashing out in rebellious arrogance
While crossing our fingers that this all sells
But this is the end we always come back to
We're still just making fun of ourselves
The words just spin in isolated nevermind
It's fashionable extinction with no unwanted hooks
We hope it's the start of a brand new life
And when the bandages come off, we can see how it looks
At the end of the rainbow, there can be no other
Than you, my apotemnophiliac lover
It burns, cuts, spews like, "AYY-AYY-AYY-AYY!"
And sounds like, "RAK-ATAK-ATAK-ATAK-ATAK-A!"
They clustered around Jesus Christ
They clustered around Darby Crash
There'll be a new Messiah along any minute now
But in the meantime, be prepared to pay in cash
We could all go out in a ball of flames
And contemplate Heaven as the last planet unloads
In the blistering fireworks, we'll go all the way
But every time I think about it, my head explodes
Big black blood clots fester in the kitchen sink
But don't you know that's just the tip of the iceberg?
We can all have a safe, warm, secure, loving family life
Just like we all gave Elizabeth Steinberg
This could all be a big, cruel experiment
I worry with each layer of my skin that sheds
Is this what they mean by a modern attitude?
Are they the ones who keep fucking with our heads?
Giant human embryos come crawling up my staircase
Like little, bloated cannibals coming to nail me down
You'll hear them grind their teeth as they ride in on their camels
You can tell me all about it if you're still around
My little Atheist girls keep their values well-aligned
They always approach mortal wreckage with a loaded camera
You can get my name and number while I bash my head into the wall
For imbeciles like this, that's great propaganda
We could all go out in a ball of flames
Die a safe death before dawn, disappear in the mortal trough
Or the sun will just melt us down the window pane
But every time I think about it, my head falls off
Clinging to the perimeters of this blazing culture
Slinging mud at Heaven's gate
But if the Human Race was nearly as wise as it believed itself to be
There'd be a higher suicide rate
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Let's reinvent the impossibility of everything
Let's turn our backs on all the lives we've been trying to lead in outer space
Wave after wave of dead souls crashing against the same shore
They tear and fray in the bitterness of realities we've seen before
Don't talk to me about real life, I'm just waiting here to tear this all down
I've seen too many lives getting tangled up in their own futile attempts
Don't talk to me about the future
It's too fragile, the threat is too near
Let's drink in the popular neurosis and admit that
There's nothing left to believe in down here
And you deny me any right to fulfill the tensions I've seen
And you defy all the higher planes, is anything as real as it seems?
When time dissipates, our anger and lust will wash out to sea
And time will create and it will catch fire in the wake of what is to be
Suicide becoming so practical on a dying planet living on lightning rods
As we turn against our frozen alternatives we see the failings of the flesh
And turn our back on our gods
Chemical reactions exploding in my brain
As you close your eyes and insist your gods have disappeared
The neurotic contagion is spinning through the crowds
And there's nothing left to believe in down here
Let's reinvent the impossibility of everything
Let's turn our backs on all the lives we've been trying to lead in outer space
When time dissipates, our anger and lust will wash out to sea
And time will create, though it may never catch fire in the wake of what is to be
Suicide, the obvious question on a dying planet living on lightning rods
We turn against ourselves, having seen the failed flesh
And turned our back on our gods
Don't talk to me about the future
It's too fragile, the threat is too near
This is the popular neurosis, admit that
There's nothing left to believe in down here
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4. |
The Love Machine
05:04
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The Love Machine slips through the air
The Love Machine pummels down the alley
Churning meat and churning meat
The Love Machine tears open the womb
I spotted you there, you turned to me and smiled
The Love Machine went screaming by
I saw you standing where you've always been
Under the bright blue painless sky
You tore your chest open for me
You split the heavens in two
I broke through and saw you up in your balcony window
You waved as the parade floated by
I saw your smile float across the heavens
And the Love Machine broke open the meat
It burst and dribbled out onto the surface of the cold panes of glass
And the Love Machine made the meat break onto the frozen glass
Tiny frozen beads of blood rolling away
The meat will ooze; the flesh secretes
And the Love Machine broke up into the sky
The meat oozes all over, it's swelling in the flesh
And the Love Machine tumbles down the street
You smile at the sunshine, it's a beautiful day
Breathe in the morning and the Love Machine
Tears the flesh from your bones
It's a beautiful day
You bitch, I spoke to you again today
And the Love Machine tore down the clouds
You tore open your womb for me
You split your face and cried bloody tears down the front of your vest
You bled real tears down your milky brown breasts
And the Love Machine burst through the flesh and tore open the muscle
And ground the meat against the walls of ivory
And the Love Machine presses the sweet flesh
And releases tiny droplets of blood onto the frozen windows
Raw nerves in the Love Machine
Broken flesh in the hulls of the Love Machine
You burst and bleed from your eyes and your bosom
You die for me in the Love Machine
You tear yourself apart for me in the Love Machine
You tear your soul off and your arms and legs too
And you tear yourself apart for me in the Love Machine
And you tear yourself apart for me in the Love Machine
And you tear yourself apart for me in the Love Machine
And you tear yourself apart for me in the Love Machine
And you tear yourself apart for me in the Love Machine
And you tear yourself apart for me in the Love Machine
And you...
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Well...
Organic creatures rising out of the moss on the bathroom wall
Organic creatures crawling out of the slime of the freezing moat
Well, the dog's got telekinesis
You can tell by the way he watches the whole room float
Ah...
Nazis kicking down the door as you scream and claw out your eyes
Nazis in my house erupt hysterical tensions as they reach up and claw at your thighs
And the dog's got telekinesis
You can see it in the glow around him when he flies
Roping the giant praying mantis out on the glowing moons of Texas
Heal the giant praying mantis and teach him to sing at dawn
Give them psychic tortures and give them sight when the shell flexes
Rope them down, paint their eyes and leave them grazing on my lawn
(I can just hear them tiny hairs a-poppin' and a-snappin')
Nazis punching out the ceiling, punching holes in my wall
Sing to me about the homeland, yell at me in my shower stall
Well, Nazis breaking at the plaster, tell me about recording my phone calls
Wait outside the door with Herbalife products
And a praying mantis about eight feet tall
Kick down, kick down, you tripped a landmine
And giant mushrooms will swell up and explode wherever you fall
(And then there were three)
Ripped out, ripped out, you got to give me a better reason
To unleash these praying mantis things
Rip it out, rip it out, give me my boots back
Before I see the waves of leaping armadillo wings
And the dog's got telekinesis
You got to notice by the way the frozen electrode ghost sings
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6. |
Suicide Machine
03:12
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"Oh...well actually, they all look like elves..."
You couldn't give me a stranger reason to exist in this here and now
No greater metaphor for pillars of dust
Stretching into the waxy sky and crumbling in a humid shift
Rationalizing on rapid catalysts or jump-start the likely extreme
Spinning out of a floor of breathing grey and white
Falling out in stunned hyperbole rifts!
There's always a clock over my head
Alluding to the thought and not the means
Lay a silver cross over the open wounds of her wrist
The futile end to this suicide machine!
I use Guerrilla warfare tactics to traverse the plane
Of unreal wants and things I do and do not accept
Carrying ice statues of human skulls, I gather them up
Throw them in the air and they shatter free
Give me giant rocks for my great iniquities
And make me talk about things I don't even know
Hanging from giant meat hooks over frozen rivers of gas
I refuse logic to wiry pillars of meat!
There's always a clock over my head
Speaking out of reason, so safe and clean
Lay an iron cross over the open wounds in her chest
The healing edge of this suicide machine!
Words relaying...words relaying
Thought delays - talk delaying
In your eyes and in my hands
No...the constant breaks
Reason taken. reason taken, taken out of context!
There's always a clock over my head
Illusion to the reason and the means
Lay a silver cross upon the open wounds in her chest
The futile edge of this suicide machine!
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7. |
Carcinogen Boogie
02:55
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It's meaningless to me
It's meaningless to me
The holy crawdad lost in my cellar
A two-headed zombie in my shower stall
The ghost of Brian Jones shouting from within my mirror
And I stared back until I saw nothing at all
It's meaningless to me
But then Walt Disney was hanging from a tree
Vomiting up brilliant, fluorescent multi-colored patterns
That washed along the curve of the sky
And the zombie took to flight in a sudden wisp of sunlight
And I must have said, "Uh, do you know that guy?"
It's meaningless to me
It's my carcinogen boogie
And I sit for hours watching the clouds despair
And the two-headed dude standing in my shower
Is grinning like a steel tower
Because he knows something he could never share
As if you would ever really care
It's meaningless to me
It's meaningless to me
It's the holy crawdad trapped in my shower
And the ghost of Brian Jones taking off his clothes
It's meaningless to me...it's my carcinogen boogie
It's meaningless to me...it's my carcinogen boogie
It's meaningless to me...it's my carcinogen boogie
It's meaningless to me...it's my carcinogen boogie
It's meaningless to me...it's my carcinogen boogie
It's meaningless to me...
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8. |
Yet (Not Even)
03:42
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Hand against the wall, through the surface white
Flashing out of sync, blind colorless light
Burned right through your eyes, shatter head of green
Refracting a scream, breaking in the dawn
Something's come to a head
Vibrate, pull like a thread
Second nature flash, empty echoes ill
Vast horizons sting, bleakness hang at will
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Broken shards of glass thrown into the wall
Tearing off your skin, inadvertent fall
Fighting sleep again
Conscious icons bend
Shaking in a bed, wet with cold shivers
Shouting at the dark answer in your sight
Faceless walls of bare
Breathe, blink and just stare
Falling down the stairs, blue drones everywhere
Lifted out of books, flying through the air
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Floating hell in steam gauze against the stain
Holes of blackened earth space your eyes retained
Fade signs far and near
Shed light on what you hear
(solo)
Hand against the wall, through the surface white
Flashing out of sync, blind colorless light
Something's come to a head
Vibrate, pull like a thread
Second nature flash, empty echoes ill
Vast horizons sting, bleakness hang at will
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Broken shards of glass thrown into the wall
Tearing off your skin, inadvertent fall
Faceless walls of bare
Breathe, blink and just stare
Falling down the stairs, blue drones everywhere
Lifted out of books, flying through the air
Fighting sleep again
Conscious icons bend
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Floating hell in steam gauze against the stain
Holes of blackened earth space your eyes retained
Fade signs far and near
Shed light on what you hear
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9. |
Zero Zero
01:58
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Zero Zero (pull thrust 9...10...)
Zero Zero (pull thrust 9...10...)
Oblivion direct terminal
The future's blackout memory
Invisible strings pull away
Trapdoor slashcatch still stain freeze
Zero Zero (backlash nevermind)
Zero Zero (sudden stiff number trip)
Zero Zero (cut 9 selling hate)
Zero Zero (the size of sealed fate)
Electric cut windout steel lines
Slate climbing stifle mental catch
Collapsing forward staring knives
Scream out take no number style
Zero Zero (Heaven falls in flight)
Zero Zero (Heaven falls in flight)
Zero Zero (Heaven falls in flight)
Zero Zero (9...10...9...10...9...10...9...10...)
You are a victim of yourself
You are a victim of a cruel joke
You are a victim of yourself
Ah, but isn't this what you really want?
Zero Zero (pull thrust 9...10...)
Zero Zero (pull thrust 9...10...)
Oblivion direct terminal
The future's blackout memory
Invisible strings pull away
Trapdoor slashcatch still stain freeze
Zero Zero (backlash nevermind)
Zero Zero (sudden stiff number trip)
Zero Zero (cut 9 selling hate)
Zero Zero (the size of sealed fate)
Electric cut windout steel lines
Slate climbing stifle mental catch
Collapsing forward staring knives
Scream out take no number style
Zero Zero (Heaven falls in flight)
Zero Zero (Heaven falls in flight)
Zero Zero (Heaven falls in flight)
Zero Zero (9...10...9...10...9...10...9...10...)
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So senselessly obscure
Flashing out of faze
Overturned stones above
Hover inside your hands
Things keep happening so very fast
Control or capture to break down
Reaction descending out of your grasp
Rise to connect solid ground
Sometimes, the flying things - things with wings swoop low
Sometimes, they carry you off and destroy everything
A red line, a red sea
A red thing you’ll never be
A red cage of stumbling green
Conniptions in the glass
Children talk of sound
Life is an attaché case of senseless talk
Sudden breakage of all the reason to pick up and talk to yourself
Crossing channels of indecision, a fake of the pets you have lost
Spin circles in your face to attach safeguards
Things seem to make more sense
After the fury passes
To cross lines of living
To cut through reality
A red cage of stumbling green
It’s just a flashing light
In front of your face
These sights of glowing roofs
Try to understand
Things keep happening so very fast
It can be so hard to control
Change of contemplation in and at last
Too late to make anything stand
Sometimes, the flying things - things with wings swoop low
Sometimes, they carry you off and destroy everything
A red line, a red sea
A red thing you’ll never be
A red cage of stumbling green
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11. |
Come Up For Air
03:19
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I’m glad you weren’t left behind
I’m glad you’re not living
Far up the road I can see
Something’s to be missing
Come up, come up, come up for air
Well come up, come up, come up for air
I can’t begin to explain the patterns I’m seeing
I might not leave my name, too much to be reeling
Swing from the rafters, waste my time in this maze
When you see what I’m after, you won’t want to stay
Stuck in a doorway, angel head of the pin
I have so much to say, don’t know where to begin
Come up, come up, come up for air
Yes come up, come up, come up for air
Slasher movies and ginseng rush
Drink it hot and soak up the hush
Helpless abandon read out mindless waste
Curious manholes on the old bitch’s face
Blinding footsteps scream at the moon
I’d slice out my own soul if I were anything like you
Come up, come up, come up for air
Come up, come up, come up for air
Come up, come up, come up for air
Come up, come up, come up for air
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12. |
Bleed
05:05
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I woke up in a hurricane
With pieces of an angel
I had torn off the night before
Cutting open my hands
In darkness we fought unseen wars
By speaking innocent belief
We surmounted compulsion in logic
Breathing winds into the past
This vision comes down
And becomes my mortality
This vision against a desert sky
Is the truth, I answer, amazed
I cut open a vein of anguish
I betrayed anger with closed eyes
I reached in the black heat of oblivion before me
And tore out an unscathed soul
In one firestorm to another, I break through
To watch you holding your breath
A fist in plaster, I descended to the table
To search out what was left
I see no pain and I hear no evil
I could scatter it to the wind
I could keep giving my soul away forever
And remain numb until I’m let back in
I’m not trying to be Jesus
Don’t you see the sun blazing in the sky?
I still can’t answer to all that’s real
What I give will not lay down and die
I return to my great leap of faith
That made you my mortality
Why do humans tear pieces out of each other?
What makes me love you more when I bleed?
I can’t pull the ropes with my hands torn open
I don’t even know where they lead
We’ve got the horses trained to drag the corpses away
And turn our back when the animals feed
I spin the cartridge in my revolver
What the hell has happened to the sky?
And you, the unanswered question to new fates
Has honesty become so trite?
I spun out in a hurricane
Against the ground, burning with want
I awoke on the bare, dry earth
And the sky was fading hollow away
It’s all glass now, effortless and empty
It dries up, year after year
I’m shadow boxing, I’m catching lightning
Now that you’re the thunder in my mind
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