Sunday, August 29, 2004

Death of Innocence

Witness the death of Jesus
In Churches and on Cable,
The only solution is
To let Mary rape Abel.

Rampant as sex and
Death in everyday life, the
End of the world is
Closer than it seems. So
The wiseman predicts that
Judgement shall befall
Us, but he's so full of shit 'coz
There's no God at all.

'Trust in me my child
And you I shall deliver,
I'll break your face open
And drown you in the river.'

The stench of decay is
Rising like dead dust
In the tombs of the children,
I'll drown you with my bust-
-ing spots til I bleed,
I'll tear at my face and
Scratch out both my eyes,
So I don't have to face you.

But madness persists
While I watch you through moonlight,
I killed all your family
Just to be with you for this night,
But your porcelain skin
Has cracked at the wrists,
They're as dry as a bone,
Drained by the crimson kiss.

'Trust in me my child
And you I shall deliver,
I'll break your face open
And drown you in the river.'

Choking on yesterday,
I'll spit out tomorrow,
Our lives are a gift but
All we do is borrow, 'coz
The life of the dead is
More alive than the living,
We're raping the mother
And she still keeps on giving.

We're killing the bitch and
We don't stop to think why,
Rape her and beat her and
Fuck her 'til she dies,
We're above her and
We're above her son,
Why should I apologise?
I make life when I come.

'Trust in me my child
And you I shall deliver,
I'll break your face open
And drown you in the river.'

There's a blind sheep devouring
A girl that is growing,
She screams out real loud
To let us know where she's going,
But we're too obsessed with
The mountain of young boys,
Drowning in the cesspit
Created by their toys.

Witness the death of innocence
In backlots and trailers,
The only solution is
To kill all the failures.

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