I see the dawn alone
have a leash around my home
I believe in things I know
no matter where my head will roam

I see the best is unknown
I pierce along through my bones
for a friend I own
luxury is a stone

I feel the lens has grown

now the loss is here but you’re gone
I recede from all I owned
as long as you’re the one to loan

I see the best is unknown
I pierce along through my bones
for a friend I own
luxury is to get stoned

In the white light I am calm
Yet peculiarly cold
Silent slumber
And wide awake
Lord have mercy on my soul

So long
Your sorrow be gone
Show me how it feels to be alive
No more denial
So long
Let us find a place where we can hide

You fed me long
And by God you fed me well
Sleep tight
This day belongs to you my dear
And I am bound
Like a beast onto its prey
We are one of a kind you and I

Pale moon wander
I’m wide awake
Lord have mercy on my soul

So long
Your sorrow be gone
Show me how it feels to be alive
No more denial
So long
Let us find a place where we can hide

So long
The little last of your attention
Sorrow
This flood to wash your mind
See me
The God of your imagination
Feel me
Come with me tonight

So long
Your sorrow be gone
Show me how it feels to be alive
No more denial
So long

She’s a spectacular girl

Part of the job of being a man
Is knowing when to let go of her hand
A kind of power it can’t be reined in
To hold her back would be a sin
She’s a .. anekatips
Spectacular girl

She sees the beauty in things we all miss
All good things are to find by the kiss
If you feeling like you can’t believe
Well then how do you explain the miracle I see
She’s a spectacular girl
Spectacular girl

Not a desire and not a need
somethings just happen because they have to be
I’m gonna get there, I’m telling you sir
I’m a man on a mission and I’m all about her
She’s a spectacular girl
Spectacular girl

Oh yeah
My love

Splitting switches writhing in agony
Screaming coughing up blood
Voices within infernal cacophony
Plaything of the dead
Butchered alive
Obscene fantasies dance in your head

Running shadows creep from behind
Peripheral horrors bide their time
Sanity’s bled dreams of the dead

Dreams of the dead
Dreams of the dead

Lead: Brian Werking

Dreaming death life in fragments
Haunting visions hallucinatory premonition
Living in real lies a waking contradiction
Sphere of pain life’s weak promise

Curtain call for you
Death remembers your name

Lead: Brian Werking

A thousand memories fight for your soul
Disembodied entities so long without control
Lust for life playground of the dead
Taste for morbidity apocalyptically fed

Running shadows creep from behind
Peripheral horrors bide their time
Sanity’s bled dreams of the dead

Dreams of the dead
Dreams of the dead

And we got so messed up

Tune in
Make out
Break up
It’s New York City speed

Come on
Get in
Hang on
It’s New York City speed

Pass out
Wake up
And I won’t let you down

Sing till your heart is sore
You want more
Like life played back in fast-forward
And I knew the year that video died
It was in nineteen ninety five

And we got so fucked up…..

Look good
Talk less
Act bad
It’s New York City speed

Shut up
Put out
Come on
It’s New York City speed

Dress up
Let go
And I won’t let you down

Jesus, Jesus
Risen and exalted one
Jesus

Your name is like honey on my lips
Your spirit like water to my soul
Your word is like a lamp unto my feet
Jesus I love you I love you

Jesus, Jesus
holy and anointed one
Jesus

(You’re awesome God)

Jesus, Jesus
Risen and exalted one
Jesus

Your name is like honey on my lips
Your spirit like water to my soul
Your word is like a lamp unto my feet
Jesus I love you I love you
(repeat x 2)

Forlorn,on the whirlwinds
so devastating and shapless
Neglected within boundaries
Of an Ancestral mist…Timless!

Slava to our horns in blood
Pagan rituals will never part
Slava to our horns in blood
ever-burning flames of my heart

Oh,bow down for us
we are the things to come
oh,worship us
for we are the horned ones

Forlorn….
Slava to our horns in blood….

Christian scapegoats
weak at souless heart
embrace the demice
that your own god brought

Forgotten ,you shall be
in an ashes of a decayed era
putrid stench of rusted cross
in an already dugg-out tomb

Endless,flagellation of christ
to witness sons of slaves
the fall of god’s
kingdom to the grave
we stabbed the knife into his rebs!

All the boys in the halfway houses
Wave to the girls of Emerald Street

Our calloused fingers, blood red on the brick – but we hold on
We’ll never falter, though they want us to slip – we hold on

The desperate, downtown stealing bikes
Drunks in the village are picking fights

So, police line the streets to read them their rights
No controlling hot summer nights
The sun goes down on the edge of town, at the end of everyday
We sit and watch the stack, on fire, to the east across the bay

All the boys in the halfway houses
Wave to the girls of Emerald Street

Our calloused fingers, blood red on the brick – but we hold on
We’ll never falter, though they want us to slip – we hold on

There’s something in the church belfry
At the corner of Victoria and King
And it screams out into the night
It sings this city’s plight

All the boys in the halfway houses
Wave to the girl on Emerald Street

Our calloused fingers, blood red on the brick – but we hold on
We’ll never falter, though they want us to slip – we hold on

I’m feeling you are you feeling me
what exactly is holding us back
I’m feeling you are you feeling me
just give me something just gimme gimme anything

It’s you it’s true your electric I cant get over it
It’s you it’s true your electric I cant get over it

your running through my veins
you fell like a freight train
I’m trying everything to keep my hands off of you
so give me somethin please just give me anything because
I want you more than they do.

and oh no I think I lost myself in your deep blue eyes
and oh know I think it’s time we cut to the chase tonight

It’s you it’s true your electric I cant get over it
It’s you it’s true your electric I cant get over it

I’m feeling you are you feeling me
what exactly is holding us back
I’m feeling you are you feeling me
just give me something just gimme anything

Oh oh oh that’s arseholes to the front
We’re the boys that’s always on the hunt
Oh oh oh that’s aseholes to the front
Can’t you see you’re just your mothers cunt

She was only seventeen
She had her kids from different men
So just to give her hands some ease
She kept her knickers round her knees

Now you think you’ve got it made
You’re getting fat not getting laid
You’ll eat yourself into your grave
You’re a big fat bastard anyway