stuck in doom, bells of doom tollingone big madhouse that the world is
going to the nasty dogs. It’s easy for
the believers of God who writes allprescriptions for the soul in stoneand for the worshippers of placid sanity to find a way out.And then there are the ones who findss
alvation in flesh. It’s not that tough for them either.
That leaves us with you and me
And now that we’ve established our cluelessnessLet’s just drink to our doom and stop looking for clues
for light. They’ll come if they are to.
Well, at least
s not running out of booze....
There’s something sinister following meThere’s something fucked
-up hollowing me out
It’s written i
n the doors in the roofs and floors
tattooed on the tits of thick meaty whoresBut whenever i try to read it goes poof!
My life’s going to the dogs and the dogs say woof!
There’s nothing i can do but resign to fate
So I eat drink sleep and masturbate......The unlearning of the soulSenses and cognition winding up and coiling backLike a foul slippery mass gripped by raveStrange shapes and dimensions beyond
What you’ve been taught to identify
It’s a happy world
Rain on arid lands after a thousand years of thirstHills and valleys crawling out of the brainStorms howl through decimated citiesYour defeat belongs to all nowYou are godless in heat nowAnd nothing mattersLost sailors make compass out of rainbow of dreamsClowns scare little girls to oblivionReptiles shake off slumberNew bride engulfed in smokeBridges shooting off guts of another demonAnother verse of dreamsHeroes sweating behind venetian blindsThis world has been shattered by earthquakes and madnessThis world is sinking in pits of reckless pink ennui.