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Mortar and Pestle

Mortar and pestle

My Friday night ritual

I've been crushing on you for years

Dressed up in your latex suit

The red light gleaming off your boots

I'll see you again in Xanadu

The dead will rise

You'll see your mother's eyes

For the first time

Your lover knocks

Takes off your prison smock

Cleared of your crimes

Time is always relative

The extract filters through the sieve

I still feel your lips upon my face

Bitter as a poison leaf

More certain than true, just, belief

Darling, I'm floating your way

The dead will rise

You'll see your mother's eyes

For the first time

Your lover knocks

Takes off your prison smock

Cleared of your crimes

When I heard you singing late

Rope held in your hands

My summer sense migrated

To far crepuscular lands

Now I can hear that tune

Sounding in my dome

The more I taste of the red moon

The less I am alone

The dead will rise

You'll see your mother's eyes

For the first time

Your lover knocks

Takes off your prison smock

Cleared of your crimes

The dead will rise

You'll see your mother's eyes

For the first time

Your lover knocks

They've picked your mind's last lock

And you are sublime

Flow My Liquid God

I'm gonna kill it dead

Kill it dead

Kill it dead

Bound by an unseen thread

Kill it dead

Kill it dead

I'm gonna kill it dead

Kill it dead

Kill it dead

Beneath the rains I'm fed

I'm fed, I'm fed

FLOW by churches

FLOW by worship

FLOW by conscience

FLOW

MY LIQUID GOD FLOW

I'm gonna kill it dead

Kill it dead

Kill it dead

Leave it a book unread

Kill it dead

Kill it dead

I'm gonna kill it dead

Kill it dead

Kill it dead

Beneath the rains I'm fed

I'm fed, I'm fed

FLOW by churches

FLOW by worship

FLOW by conscience

FLOW
MY LIQUID GOD FLOW

I'm gonna kill it dead

Kill it dead

Kill it dead

Light flees my bandaged head

Kill it dead

Kill it dead

I'm gonna kill it dead

Kill it dead

Kill it dead

Beneath the rains I'm fed

I'm fed, I'm fed

FLOW by churches

FLOW by worship

FLOW by conscience

FLOW

MY LIQUID GOD FLOW

Roll Forth You Stormy Tide

Roll Forth You Stormy Tide

Roll forth you stormy tide

And wash my mind

Clean the pollution

From my stinking life

How many pink pills

Must it take?

Before my rapid

Torrent reaches a lake

How many days off
Need I lose?

I'm working solely

For my rent and booze

The foamy waters rise

Above my sinking eyes

Soon I'll be diamond

Or vodka

Clear as oxygen

A stream rolls down the glen

Carrying my love
Whatever

Roll forth you stormy tide

And wash my mind

Clean the pollution

From my stinking life

How many friends will leave

Before it's done?

They all pack up and

Walk into the sun

How long will I reflect

On misery?

Till I accept the

Blessings of the sea

The foamy waters rise

Above my sinking eyes

Soon I'll be diamond

Or vodka

Clear as oxygen

A stream rolls down the glen

Carrying my love
Whatever

Roll forth you stormy tide

And wash my mind

Clean the pollution

From my stinking life

Four Bloody Hands

Four Bloody Hands

Let's become romantic

You can pet my nervous ticks

Let's salt each other's sores

Four bloody hands coated with gore

Let's become

Let's become

Let's become

Let's become

Let's become a coupling

Please think of me as a thing

Let's spike each other's drinks

Four bloody hands washed in one sink

Let's become

Let's become

Let's become

Let's become

How can you be so cynical

Don't you remember your past?

When the slightest touch of hers

Gave you a dopamine blast

How can you be so cynical

Don't you remember your life?
Before you shacked up with the bottle

Before you took on the knife

How can you be so cynical?
Well fuck you, that's how.

I did not choose chastity

I did not make a vow

21st Century Forest Titan

21^st Century Forest Titan

Buried alive under the old forest

My limbs are tendrils curled round roots and stone

While above the pagans make their naked fest

I am the spirit of being alone.

Let fly horns bought at romantic supplies

The Celtic people dance round their fire

Nipples like gargoyles for the night flies

Will shun the existential void's mire

I hear the pumping of their feet as round

They leap and caper like faeries or dogs

I feel the fucking in my deepest sounds

And hear the oaths made in secluded bogs

I can taste the ecstasy in your piss

Rolling down my furrows into my streams

I am too old for these beings yet miss

The surreal passion that flows like dreams

There is a prophecy I will awake

But I do not believe in human rites

I will stay buried under these old woods

And under foot of these ecstatic nights.

Bloody Drips

Bloody Drips

There's something warm as bloody drips

When we are touching fingertips

And running through Dunedin ways

With burning neon for the day,

Where all about is whirling light

I think I've drunk enough tonight

To be my own self undilute

And tell you that you're more than cute

But that's just bloody drips and booze

'Cus being horny's never news

For all the chemicals we buzz

We're little more than monkey fuzz

And though this night is going well

I know I'll wake up in a smell

That makes me want to grimly boke

And so I'm glad we've never poked

For life is nauseous twisting mass

And we're reflections in a glass

Of moulding faces leaking spores

And that's why I won't taste your ichor.