I carried her into my house
And I didn't want to wake her
So I carefully ripped her blouse
And removed her rare fur.
I was hungry for pleasure
So I ripped everything else away,
Opened her up and loved her
The tears in my eyes eating me away.

Suddenly, I nearly jumped a mile
When she slowly opened her eyes
And she grunted and they grew wide
So I held her words inside.
Quickly, I showed her my fist
And she replied by softening up
I remember that I was ******
And stopped early, for I was drunk.

She thought her ride was done
And I could see she wanted more
For she was crying to the set sun
But I had none to give her
So I had her sit still and quiet
And went across the hall to
The kitchen, grabbed the knife
And came back to the dark room

The skin was begging for my bite
I decided I had to make it right
And her heart was velvet in the night
Her blood had a taste of great heights.
I was done now, and so was she
But the remnents were a sad sight
So I threw them in and let them freeze
And smelled her soul in the night.

A [R]ainbow [E]cstacy [U]nderneath [M]e
Such beauty in the colors that I see
Because in this crowd of gray uniformity
You're my daily dose of purple and green

Come find me
I'm hiding.
Let's play
I'm deciding
On fighting
Or flying
Or spying
Or dying.

Come play dead, be my glorious Mrs. possum
Where we'll strip the snakes skinless
And wash ourselves in this river of red
Endless red, it's all I see, besides you and me.
Three orange suns set to raise a yellow one
Bringin green grass back to who are shunned
And blue skies will forever grace our face
As Equal Lips lock in this endless purple craze.

What's this, my dear?
You say I missed something?
Indigo, you say? Oh no, no, no.
For indigo was the color of your hair.

A paradigm that changed everyone.
Loving you in my own mind
Following you through my life.
Senseless lust: a twisted crime.
Did you see your own face
Buried in heaven?

A hidden tape shown to everyone.
Seeing life through your eyes
Following death in my time
A revolver: My greatest find.
Can you see your own face
Buried in heaven?

[Bridge:]
You've shown me your voice
Through the style of madness
Our death will be solely my choice
Despite our shared sadness

A desperate heart like everyone's
Feeling madness in my fingertips
Feeling your tongue between my lips
A bomb: Your one-way ticket.
You'll soon see our faces
Buried in heaven

PART ONE:
Shifting through the night
Year after year
Carrying the bodies as they
Grin ear to ear
Dancing in the moonlight
The fire in my mind
Ready to burn out as I strive
To keep my sanity alive.

A shovel is the tool I've
Been blackmailed into use
A beating of the skull, I've
Taken the abuse
I'm just a broken hero, I've
Always been able to see
There's no one out there
Truly suitable for me.

But one night, as the stars
Hung themselves from the sky
A woman, I saw in the yard
Tears cold in her eyes
She was wearing a bright white dress
And was rich, the eye could see
So it was no wonder why I took
Such interest in thee.

I stepped gingerly toward her
As her droplets shined bright
And asked why she was weeping
On such a lovely night.
She replied that she was in love
With someone rather bright
But he was poor and unstable
And loving him was a fight.

I asked who this poor man was
For I knew everyone in town
She said she has seen him
In the cemetery, wandering round
His eyes were dark, as was his hair
His nails ***** and clothes brown
As I realized who she described
I told her to turn around.

She looked at me with steel blue eyes
Shining with moon and tears
And I pushed her down unto the ground
And gently bit her ear.
I wiped away her eyes and
Washed her dress clean.
With the tears of my joy
Of which I'd never before seen.

I helped her up from the dirt
And we found we were in love
And that we'd be together
Until the sky fell from above
The graves played us a song
And the spirits smiled down
And they whispered to each other
Their heads whipping round.

We parted ways until today
And I'm off to find her with my rose
We said at ten we'd meet again
And still, she hasn't shown.
I wandered a while after
Back to my graveyard home
When a black coffin rested on the ground
Surrounded by crying crows.

I went to investigate
And see the empty grave
When to my surprise, before my eyes
In the grave, my darling lay
I jumped down to see her
And hold her one more time
When I felt a jolt ...
A bullet in her spine.

For hours I have cried
And felt my heart disappear
For my darling, besides all others
Did not grin ear to ear.
My depression turned to blind fury
And my mind broke into a roar
I swore that whoever guilt bore
Would rot away in my graveyard floor.

PART TWO:
Blurs are appearing in my brain
Blurs are obscuring all my pain
Blurs in the sky are throwing rain
These blurs in my head drive me insane.

Blurs of red splatter on my blade
Blurs stare at me and then turn away
Blurs of white are my guide to day
Blurs in my eyes turn wet and fade.

Blurs in my muscles make me feel weak
Blurs in my chest trickle and leak
Blurs in my care forbid me to speak
Blurs on my clothes stay there for weeks.

Blurs on the doors lead me to you
Blurs through the window tell me it's true
Blurs on my babe's face, black and blue
Blurs in my sanity tell me to **** you.

PART THREE:
Black, gray and red
A combination that's foretold
Many depressing endings
Where a man grows lone and cold.
I ran and I fled
And I tried to hide the body
But I suppose it was inevitable
That they would eventually find me.

I hid under the bed
They busted down my door
And didn't even bother to
Search the whiskey-stained floor
But now I've been found
And deprived of all the sounds
That kept me alive and breathing
That kept me around.

My baby died in bloodshed
For money of many sorts
For poor men with rich lovers
Is love that ends too short
Day by day I try to
**** myself in many ways
Just so I can die
And see some better days.

Red is a boring color
When it's the only one you see
For after all these days of trying
Anger won't leave me
Finally, I've got it!
It's been there the whole time
An asylum patient has to die
A penalty worthy of the crime.

Night by night I plan
And hide the paper in my skull
I'll bury her beside me
I'll fill that empty hole
Beating my own head
With my fists in a padded cell
I've been planning the day
That we overlook this Hell.

The final blood is spilled
They grab my knife and gun
There's no where else to go
There's no where to run
I've been sedated and I've waited
To meet my love again
And in minutes I'll be hung
When the clock strikes ten.

The noose waits for my feet
To collapse and hang beneath me
And I wait for the priest
To put me out of my ******* misery
He sets down the bible,
"Have you last words to say?"
"...Bury me next to Lydia
So I can see her every day."

I left my mind on too long and now the image is burned onto my eyes
A bow driving by, pushing the universe out of its way, across the strings
The violin breathes and weeps in its sweet silent worship
It's all I see in my hands and my scars.

The beauty of the rain gently rides across the window, strutting smoothly
And everything blurs itself across a silver screen, speckled with red
And gold, etched with liquid-carved gray, as the lights hover and stare
The sun shows behind the fire, red like Japan.

Salt falls down my face, leaving a scar in itself down my bones
And the blood in my teeth just add to the chorus in the mirror
The splash on the floor below me, catastrophe, exploding in a cymbal crash
And the colors flood through my soul.

I have tried so hard not to think of the euphoria of being with you
Tried not to think of every drug we did to make things more beautiful
But I realize the delusion of smeared frost is the alcohol, and the tears...
They are the pills, they are the numb.

A silence in her voice, almost a whisper, echoing inside my spine
A bit of hair torn from my unresponsive scalp, reassuring the loss of my sanity
I've found true euphoria, true sanctuary from pain, and the coldness of life
It's all here in the fibers of this bow.

I want to be a silhouetted against a white light on a podium 17 feet above the ground
I want to walk down 12 blood red steps onto a floor jutting out towards millions of hands
I want to be touched by all of them.

I want to say 3 glorious words and hear screams of anticipation in euphoric response
I want to pick up a brand new guitar and a steel microphone, and to feel the lyrics inside
I want to scream all of them.

I want to look down in every direction my head can turn and see faces looking back at me
I want to shout the devil's music and the mantras of a million hateful heartbeats to them
I want to see them shout it all right back at me.

I want to make a single move and be the point of all fixation no matter where I am
I want to glide across the stage and move with the sounds of the thumping crowd
I want to hear them call my name over and over.

The pulses of a million clashing steps will serve as my drums
The screams of a million hoarse voices will serve as my guitar
The explosions in the sky will serve as my technotix, my bass
The ranting of a madman will serve as my lyrics, my voice

The downfall of the nation will be my gain.

I want to be a big ******* rock star.

A splash of white and blue
As if thrown there by a careless Van Gogh
Is interrupted by a small black speck

A message from the military:
"Stay away from my favorite houses!"
As they sour down to collect what none could reach

You wanna go out there? Be my guest.
The power must swoon with you.
Do you three share advice or happen to know
Exactly what to say?

The muzzle flashes show me your position
The blind dogs swarming the countryside
Have you seen a mutant rampage
As beautiful as this?

In the sunset the pigs turn to gray matter
The clouds become vapor trails
Like the end of this AK

Shelters are scarce and furthermore
Can not be claimed
It's just an ongoing war for refuge
From all the acid rain.

Radiation appears like the haze above a bonfire
But in the middle of a dirt road
And the Bandits want your *****.

Mounds of garbage piled on hillsides
Of swaying grass
Facilities, power-lines, bare trees in April
Holes in the sky

Where to turn?

You can now rise upon the backs of the dead!

The eyes of the suffering are goggles
Red and shining through the fog
Their backs are broken by wooden poles
Their chests are ripped by bullet holes

The eyes of the suffering are needles
Green and glowing in the water
Their back-bones are laced with poison
Their lives were met with a choice end

The eye of the suffering is a flashlight
White and beaming in the libraries
Their chests protruding MP5’s
They drag their blood for all their lives

The eyes of the suffering are missing
The brain is all that remains
Their backs carry all kinds of firearms
Their legs are 8, littered with scars

The eyes of the suffering are dog’s
The face is that of a corpse
Their stomachs are full from the slaves
Their home is upon the graves

The eyes of the suffering are burning
Their bodies are attached by the hip
They throw their fire through the halls
They stand six feet four inches tall

The head of the suffering is severed
From all the torture it’s endeavored
It’s arms are blades of rusted steel
They’ve no more love to feel

The eyes of the suffering are starving
Their teeth are seven inch nails
Their jaws are gnashing and skin peels
Their arms are stretched for a meal

The King of The Suffering is The Worm.
His Hate fuels The Suffering on His terms.
He runs through The City of Dead Dreams.
He towers above the tallest buildings.

I know I've never had a heart 'til now

I know you never had so much shine in your eyes

I know you never intended to love me

But you will.



I know I've made so many mistakes

I know I caused all the tears you did spill

I know I've never been a good man

But I will.



Your eyes are the flames that push me along

Your love is the temple in which we belong

And I know we've never ruled this land

But we will, oh babe, we will.



I know my love isn't exactly a shrine

I know at one point you didn't care for my time

I know you never wanted to be mine

But you will.



I know my word isn't exactly foolproof

I know all my life I've avoided the truth

And I know I've never wanted to give it all up

But I will.



Your eyes are the flames that push me along

Your love is the temple in which we belong

And I know we've never ruled this land

But we will, oh babe, we will.



I know I'm a *******, a bleeding heart squirm

I know I'm a punk and I'll never learn

I know your love, I have not earned

But I will.

A small, white crescent line cascades like Niagara  through the window of your empty aura, and it turns. It boils and spins and whirls into a green orb, floating in place with the rest of the order. A ball fastens itself against its red backdrop, splitting ever so slightly with a soft, sullen texture, mixing with the ring to form a landscape so beautiful that I quiver when it slides across my tongue. This is, of course, the ring which slides around your lip, and puts together the sculpture that is your mouth. I start here, my tongue swirling delicately across a pink landscape, breathing and writhing with dewdrops of cherries, cleanly gliding across your upper lip, just below your green glow.

Next I hover above your collarbone, a sharp cut into the line of your chest, just above your breast, just below your neck. I move to caress the lines that form the right side of your neck, just below your jaw line, which I lick and meet the edge of your ear. Here I carefully allow my tongue to swirl with just the right intensity to make your ear warm. Melt in the sound of love, my sweet.

The world shifts downward as I journey to your chest, your strong breastplate serves as a rest point for me to breathe into. This journey is for the Goddess of Everything, and the intensity of this love is forbidden to take for granted. The pure simple shining happiness washes me away as I bite the supple and sensitive area that carves the tip of your breast, which forms, for me, a crescent moon. I caress the wilderness and I embrace God for all the journey has been worth.

The heat bakes into our skin, my hands slide wetly across your waist and my teeth rest around your bones. I withhold the urge to weep at the beauty as I move down. And here we go…I start at your ankles.

And I move

                    All

                                      The way

                                                                             Up.

With my tongue, carving a place to sleep up your thighs, and into your temple. This is where we go to worship. And I worship you.
I grasp and hold with slow breaths and slow thrusts the temple, I hold the center of all goodness and beauty, I am one with the edges of the universe. And you breathe, and breathe, and add to the condensation slowly rolling down my cheeks, and you moan, and you bite, and you lick and sweat and breathe and the fire builds and the heat builds and soon the green is a ROARING RED INFERNO, burning down all that is evil, building from nothing, and creating a kingdom set in flames. The kingdom of heaven. The center of God. I am here, I will never leave. I will sleep, tonight, in your glorious light.

Why, oh why, are my eyes so dry?
As the nights go by I die inside, again and again
The world moves and the shadows fall
The clocks tick and the sun recalls
A face, a trace of a place I once held close
A place drowning in bottles, shooting up dope

Every second that you're not here is cold
The lack of sweat and essence of wet takes hold
Of my mind, my rhymes, dreams them wrong
Takes them all and makes a slow, blue song
The show is over, the court is perpetually adjourned
Until Saturday, when the struggle ends and your eyes are earned

I fall victim to my own sullen depression
The digestion of this endless transgression
Is drowned out simply by the power of suggestion
Serenading bats with the world's sonar aggression
And I have a say, a confession if you will
When you're not around, babe, my heart sits still.