Альбом Pig Destroyer

To enter your thoughts for just a few seconds as your pick their faith from
Your teeth. The obscene dance of your memories.What you touched and what you
Tore irreparbly screams in the chambers on the Cloth.In time perhaps something
Resembling guilt will finally devour you

Bitter aftertaste of every exploitation chokes me like a mouthful of spiders,
Crawling in or out i don't know but i kneel to the gods of nausea in moments
Of reflection upon what i stole from a fifteen year old girl and not even a
Thousand seasons of rain could wash my leprosy from her body.

Playing the silent movie villain scrambling to tie myself to train tracks.
Praying for technicolor in the afterlife I swear that eccentric on the
Street corner was talking about my world ending and now I feel like I am
Being followed.
When I saw the little blonde girl reading the book on horses and I wished
Her comatose I began to feel sick but they tell me that I am better now.

You think i am listening but i am really just watching the candlelight
Between us dim, trying not to stare at your forked tongue or the venom it drips.

I am content in the wooden half of ventriloquism with fingers up the back of my
Shirt sifting through the well-camouflaged maggots flakes of your urine taste.
Like fairy dust when i allow my tongue to betray me I consider myself lucky
To be destroyed by such elegance.

The sunlight rips through the overcast skies of my concious. through the
Crack in the closet door warming the claw marks inside my eyelids the puppet seems to
Have walked in on his master untangling her strings but sometimes when i am
Watching the silhoutte in her bedroom window i think of leaning over her while she
Sleeps and licking the heroin off her lips.

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Tonight your decadence demands a sacrifice but attrition never slowed you before.
Stepping on faces, tripping over limbs, fighting the machine gun's attention
As both halves of your friend lay in the background you try to convince him
That you can always pry the jaws open at will.

Late term abortion three decades late
Be sure to empty all ten commandments
Into his chest for only holy redneck terrorism
Can usher in the second coming of the coat hanger

Long sleeved in the summer,again in our gray shirts,leaning against
Cinderblock walls,we even hide from the other prey,but as soon as the lioness comes we
Step forth and present our throats,hoping this time it will be different....
And then we bleed again

Burn the men of science who would trivialize the collapse of a sun and kill
These atheists who can only make their tears with Thumbscrews I cannot destroy
My own life efficiently perhaps self-sabotage is high evolution

Such the delicate locust without your wings have you ceased to threaten me a
Hundred knifings later there's so much blood so little of anything else for you
I played the endgame as the pawn toppled for the queen's pleasure.

All star crossed and stary eyed innocence pulled away by maturity's tide,
Lonliness as the void into which all this warped obsession is cast, shyness
As the dam denying the river it's ultimate purpose, deafened by all the
Silent laughter under the whispered promises which rusted down to jagged
Lies anyway. Stab me again my sweet little murderer.

It flows like red lava upon a city of outstretched arms awaiting
Deliverance, awaiting rebirth as infestation beneath the skin of a goddess
Divinity through
Association crawling toward mirages of sand dunes and assembling puzzles
With hammers. The dolls may be fucking but the obscenity is mine alone.

I always thought it fitting the way they chose the next victim with a
Bouquet of dying flowers and how happy they appeared as they ducked into the
Smiling hearse
But i quite fancied them losing their lifeblood in a hotel room somewhere
With a lot of palm trees because eventually they will see that our
Weaknesses are all
It takes to make the most devine of flowers wither.

While we used long fingernails
To carve epitaphs into the floor
You were scratching freedom from concrete
Living in a world of gamblers and murder victims
I walk these corridors knowing
Of the net beneath your defiance
Has become legend within these walls
And we sit in our cells and hope
You live enough life for the rest of us
Who did not make it out

Maudlin idea of government abolition noble in intention absurb in lack of
Realism mirage of a sinister brain. trust our denial and desperation.
Force it into existence we are outnumbered because we are the enemy.
Too numerous to pinpoint too powerful to vanquish
And too apathetic to reproach a gigantic
Flesh and bone mechanization with it's gears all trying to turn
Independently of one
Another by design destined to run horribly amok.

Young unicorns snatched from the impossible skies precious horns, ordinary chainsaws.
I am left with horses revolting in the normalcy shipwrecked by a face all sweet and empty
Like a hollow candy or an ice cream smile licked down to a cigarette i promptly extinguished
In a dead infection a desk drawer full of blurry sunflowers.
Under your bare feet are only symptomatic of the monster i have become.

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Single file lemmings
We prepare our mandate in effect simply
A testament to our gullability
With each pull of the lever
We lend credibility to an institution
Which we can only repaint
Never reconstruct our percieved power of change
So divided and spread so thin
So as to be rendered ineffective
If the collective voice cannot be heard
Then the collective wrath must be felt.

While we used long fingernails
To carve epitaphs into the floor
You were scratching freedom from concrete
Living in a world of gamblers and murder victims
I walk these corridors knowing
Of the net beneath your defiance
Has become legend within these walls
And we sit in our cells and hope
You live enough life for the rest of us
Who did not make it out

Late term abortion three decades late
Be sure to empty all ten commandments
Into his chest for only holy redneck terrorism
Can usher in the second coming of the coat hanger

The trivial little things left in your wake
Are beloved terminally infected limbs
It is not the firing squad
But the blindfold that makes us tense
Loss of perfection leaves no cause
To persist in searching
Leaving me longing for the day
That finally smothers all hope

Uncertainty demands attention like a middle child
And narrows focus like a bone
Saw it is the cocoon from which the truth emerges
And once the pattern upon the wings is unveiled
It transcends our childish concepts of control
And becomes something that simply is

Experimentation as roadblock
Let us halt the goose-stepping
Of their absurd sexual revolution
Please explain the fascist math equation
For converting first person worship
To third person lechery
And show me the god who is making you stretch
Our preferences across your moral chopping block
Because I would so love to cum in his motherfucking face

Entrenched in a cult
Where you are assured that two and two is five
Your twisted crosses and perverted religions
Cannot mask what is simply a holy war
Of aryan penis envy
Learn to take your pride from the depths
And not the surface.

Seeking to expand the sympathy collection
Self-esteem should never be parasitic
And stagnation should never get comfortable
Anxiously awaiting the answers with refutations
At the ready marionette of circumstance
You need to see beyond the walls of your petty little diorama

rebellion impossible your cabal crushed in its infancy they watch you conspire
from distances beyond your perception before revolt is feasible their ability
to negate our strategems must be annulled we must blind the watchers.

The trivial little things left in your wake
Are beloved terminally infected limbs
It is not the firing squad
But the blindfold that makes us tense
Loss of perfection leaves no cause
To persist in searching
Leaving me longing for the day
That finally smothers all hope

Quixotic concept of examining foreign cultures
As opportunities for brotherhood and mutual cultivation
Instinctual xenophobia initiates
Conflict subjugation exploition
And subsequently flawed
Assimilation our inbred star-bellied mentality
Cannot differentiate between dissimilar and inferior
A self-imposed quarantine from diversity
Only serves to restrict our capacity to evolve
Nationalism is a malignant cancer
Which must be carved out by the blade of individualism.

Single file lemmings
We prepare our mandate in effect simply
A testament to our gullability
With each pull of the lever
We lend credibility to an institution
Which we can only repaint
Never reconstruct our percieved power of change
So divided and spread so thin
So as to be rendered ineffective
If the collective voice cannot be heard
Then the collective wrath must be felt.

Why purchase respect when terror is on sale
Reverse nightstick buttfuck
At some point protection and domination
Became synonymous and somewhere
Theres a bullet on its way to your face pig.

Foolish young visionary
Your proximity to the corrupt epicenter
Razes your walls of morality
Walls of protection or
Of concealment temtation of raw power
Acquiescence subsequent exposure
Leaves you impaled on your own karmic pike
With gun as pen blood as ink
You draft the final tragic act
Your long suppressed conscious
Finally liberated through the exit wound.

Short wave dictator
Launches the blitzkrieg upon your frontal lobe
The unexpected siege of the fortress
Thought impenetrable
"World peace" just a few elusive frequencies
Away for there is no enslavement
More absolute than unconscious enslavement.

Archaic bureaucracy doomed from the outset
Bloated and hedonistic
Invincible and inert
A bedridden monolith of uselessness
We lack the fortitude to pull the plug
Unable to envision our lives without it
Instead we maintain a two hundred year vigil
Praying for a miracle of some kind
Not realizing that every day of mourning
Is also a day of regression
Social evolution is neutralized by antiqued tradition.

Entrenched in a cult
Where you are assured that two and two is five
Your twisted crosses and perverted religions
Cannot mask what is simply a holy war
Of aryan penis envy
Learn to take your pride from the depths
And not the surface.