(Rock and Roll beast is dead, but your hunger must be fed) Come on everybody join your hands Come in everybrain clap new bands Come in everybody
the depixal dance of death the stelazine stomp modecate meander haloperidol hop lithium leap largactyl lunge clozaril clomp carbumazapine kick procycladine
telescope in order to see (Things better. More clearly even those lying far off. Instrument. Tool for Verismus. Microscope magnifier of the miniscule. Even things unseen. Machine implement for Pyagnon) Rudiments
The rain runs down their carved names
There will be no coffins When you and I die No consecrated ground A sin to end all sins And angels with scorched wings And if the thought of this
time passing, unseen, heavy with mortality, with memory and sentiment, and fearful regret, bitter seed of futile fertility.
imprisoned with the pharaohs, i notice no race predominates, but slavery's still the norm, sarcophagus, sarcophagus, sarcophagus,flesh-consumers of
Tower of strength takes to the sea Scours ocean via quay Same old story muscle bound and gorey Brand new story death without glory Infinite story
call of cthulhu as i'm recording here in this studio this shard will surely reach someone, someone who'll know but all these messages have been in vain
when we first met, i was alone, and so were you. when we first touched, i was alone, and so were you. when we first fucked, i was alone, and so were
give me that decanter, eliot!
Howard Phillips Lovecraft, Heaven knows, had a talent for writing which was of no mean proportion; only what he did with this talent was a shame and a
we'd all like to kiss pretty girls all day, unkissed since infancy, waste your affection on cats, i find myself singing all the while, senile old shuffler
What's that festering Grotesque Over there in a Wheelchair, Wheelchair Stifled in a Straitjacket Self inflicted Safety pin Wounds, wounds, wounds
grind your bones to make their bombs. nothing so slimy as a member, or obscene as the prime cut, the real chaos merchant, severed head of state. masters
what is this that burns, through every cell, and every fibre of being? divine decay, pure and infernal, the flame of insanity.
vatican't city hearse vatican't city hearse (all you need is death death is all you need)
God is nothing more than an obsessive lie. While sunday school children are brainwashed into the line, And presented with as truth what's really just