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
Nux nomica adctriticos etc etc etc Periwig power Virgil did a bag wig but periwigs linger in court Horse hair and a dead language and dead old fools
through decades of decay despair and dismay we suffer and suffer
Let's find someone we can blame it all on Someone so stupid they can't see Pull out each hair one by one By three sick old frail worm, claustraphobia
In the garden the roses have no thorns, The growth is steady and quite natural, no parasites, no harm, Immortal existence, perpetual motion, forever
pogo pope pogo pope pogo pope pogo pope pogo pope pogo pope pogo pope pogo pope pogo pope pogo pope pogo pope pogo pope pogo pope pogo pope etc. etc
what! shall th' aspiring blood of lancaster sink in the ground- i thought it would have mounted! see how my sword weeps for the poor king's death. o
when you are a martian church, when the dust has settled, + you're born again, maybe as a martian church, maybe then you'll see, that your reality,