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Who's in Charge Here? (Beneath the Triumph of Shadows?) Lyrics

Old a** monkeys swivel in the discuss/fiscuss lovers yahtzee style
Circle of viral disease spent in whirlpools of light hatred, beginnings of the new world...
"Jimmy trick," the s***e captain moaned from beneath the cosmic red rays of radioactive dead curl "You make my heart sing"
A h***s**ual antibiotic for no s** in venereal hallway sleaze
Cross its path if you must return head-burn, separate the vile scent from a misspent youth uncouth elders sent these children to their demise unrecognizable limbs sway in palm shadow
Rigorous waves that I ride on, endless (so it seems), corrupt crawl, withdrawal - bent on trembling knee prayers, thrust up, thrown to sky
Eyes torn out and tattered rags of emotion
Devotion often squandered on a heap of melting flesh, mesh teeth, howl aloud -
"Forget me not, forget me not"
Recognition blurs and spurs me on to further acts of degradation
No boundaries, no limits, no s***e beyond acceptance of the mass genocide to come
Squealing for a fat tomorrow never known
A quick infliction and the last convulsions of life into death begin and while you may think it morbid, the reality will not hide repulsion
It breeds like a plague-ridden flea from carcass to carcass
Door to door parasite, sign your name to the list of those dying
Get a hold, grip tender with your organ...
Sugar s** on a bed of holy w****dom
There is no bill of sale with this love
Let it all be known
In false dedication, I defile all before me
Medicate the shell of a body you thought was alive
Hobby-horse-goat... gloating/bloated
Candy cotton's spun its web of sickening, sticky rush around you - nothing as it seems
Apocalyptic memory soon come true
Riding the pale horse which taunts you, haunts you with its wholesome/precome illusion
Suck you f***, and suck until I c**
What might it entail to flaunt you as the hustler you've become?
Hole in the head, dreading the next image
A haystack needle mile, descending mend-tack pile 'o skin and we cannot escape the inescapable
How could they?
by: sinistrum
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The Whorse's Mouth (1996)