" father!..forgive me...I am a wyrm!"

mind's-eye stranded in the tomb. each lie scratching at the wound. where was I? never there. looking back,& how you tried to reach me. You just want (to) mold to one perfect thing & then move on together. those malicious, vicious few -fevered, shrieking dreams of you. biting kiss, candle wax, time we spent together-rose to mark the memory. deep inside, he can't touch (the) place in you (that) still longs for roses. benefits to undead existence (is) pain of loss locked away forever, wall away all the warmth; desire. one more match to my funeral pyre. scarecrows scan the shore, their shadows stretch out (&) seek the vein you offered. memory bleach the bones in slumber, endless for the six-feet-unders- (& you're gone) on your own, away from me, cut the skin, leave a scar, disfigure... fantasies hammered to their knees as the dream draws flies. feeling different this time. mummified inside as you fight to see through the tapestry that is woven from lies. on your own away from me. cut the skin, leave a scar disfigure! "down & down into a hole & like a fiend I fought a fiend, these Mortal Steps are dancing out a Danse Macabre for all to see." Where do we go now? We're the ones who called you here. Where do we go now (that) you're here? Time & tide as you draw the line daily the mind won't just let us go. please remain and we'll play the game & we'll know (x2)

& still you feel it-phantom pain of severed synapses-fire. drip genetic relevance. closer. the butcher's blade is spinning, carving scrimshaw in-lay in our heads. Now is not time to undo what was done then was when to end Now's invention youth is the age to fight this invention now lies the path of Wyrm's intention Shiva dances through us. (she) wears our skin to her end. pain is memory of us before all our sin began. sanguine moon- tribal scarring, pounding nails to get you in the mood. cartilage seeps and bones protrude- wolves in ties they lick the wounds. obese, obscene splice rot to marrow. with your credit seized, raised rent, late fees. they can't tell you to fight, fuck, feed, breed. internet eye, phone log,sit, beg, good dog! bite the hand that will feed us (x2) Now is not time to undo what was done then was when to end Now's invention youth is the age to fight this corruption now lies the path of Wyrm's intention

"I'm no butcher. I'm no kid. nor foreign skipper. I'm your one true loving friend." read the letter that was sent (with a) half-eaten liver- dressed in red. (have you) figured out yet who's to blame? point your finger (and) swear you're the one who's sane. the knife that's drive to act out pain is real and so are you. we're all the same. It's Ockam's razor (x3) It's not in your head all things being equal-under the sun-sometimes the simplest answer is the correct one. can't you see as I cut you free -w/ a downward strike -that your mind was ripe- and my scalpels light- and the moon is right (x2) It's Ockam's razor (x3) It's not in your head I can't kill it, this you won't allow. though I stab it it's eyes are on me now!

things built for work- think, go berserk- reflex knee-jerk- too late to stop the gold tooth filling- new limb drilling- hydraulics spilling- now you're built to last impression- court's in session- beat submissive-they cannot hide what hides in you-peers out through you tears loose from you to become the real you(x2) metal gleaming- things deceiving- once was human-now just act the part out-large doll-sewn up recall-questions dying-now a cardboard cut out free thought, sewn up you rot-insides store-brought-they cannot hide what hides in you-peers out through you tears loose from you to become you! now that you feel it your brain gets the message (and) your skin starts to wither and die. tempted to wonder inside of your dreamscape where sleep seats your sins and your lies feelings have grown within me-grown green with envy- now I'm an Infidel. bruising flesh keeps a memory-telling the history of those who won the war. fear is ruling the masses- keeping in classes killing the Infidel! (x2) in for life (x2) moth-like we gather- the glyph of our presence-tears loose-burns a hole in the sky

morose & macabre morose, macabre, and dementia- credentials for our generation Quis Custodiet happy with less feel the tension-wearing all black like protection Ipsos Custodiet-moral decay simple to simulate symptoms, the shrieking, the night-life requests its own feeding- the bleating of sheep tears a hole in the lining-lying leaves lush little tears in your sour eyes. questions slither question the worth of existence is frowned on and met with resistance deep & sinister in pill-form your fed quick-fix answers-like wrought iron gates of miasma pill-form you're sold a lie- coil, collide creatures creep out from your cortex, coaxed free by bright pixel media virus, new zombie somnambulistic sub missives, (our) cabalas keep us resistant way down inside on the way from the womb to the grave, then find your zen as your skin melts away. a Peculiar Morbid Condition sets in and it stops us from joining the maddening masses-consumption's the fashion of seasonal bigots who forfeit their freedom for status- disgustingly. who are we? what are we? where are we going to finad all the answer questions like...? who? what? why? where? a Peculiar Morbid Condition decoding our advertaining industry, mind-numb network of wrapping organics in plastics- eugenics. recombinant DNA- weed out the weaklings- and what is is tells us to tear up our oceans and kill ourselves off with our fancy new weapons- and rape all the lands that would house us forever- our only defense is to find ourselves hope in a... Peculiar Morbid Condition "and crawling on the planets face- some insects called the human race. lost in time, lost in space, and meaning."

finally settled my M.O.- peaceful people are no good- I can feel you screaming- your mind's enraged- that's the point of living- the water you crave what do you see, when you feel me living in the light? what are you feeling out past your boundary lines? please believe me, I'm no 'deader' but I see them as the cry at night we bleed for you, see though, shine you as you wake a wave. we float on lost, hold on let you mind explode and you'll wake a wave break! wave! whether you know when, keep time- whether you know how, don't stand in line then you'll beat up the sun to change the day pass the time away high we plead to you, peace is nothing but the words you choose on your knees. yah! yah! you're free to bleed all your mind can read,as you beat me when i call you on your fine disease. won't you please, oh, please, oh whoa... you need to feed, concede, release the wave... (dedicated to all those who've been violently taken)