Mistress - II: The Chronovisor lyrics
Tracks 01. Rat Piss
02. Psychic One Inch Punch 03. Goatboy 04. Wanker Colony 05. The Chronovisor 06. Hit Bottom 07. No Memory 08. Piss For Blood, Shit For Brains 09. 38 01. Rat Piss
Lay down with stinking dogs fucking
In oiled shit let sleeping Gods fry Lung butter and bad soul cancer Rat piss and wipe out the sky Rat piss Pick the blister, she's fucking pneumatic Bathe in piss and lick yourself clean To some people, Tom Traubert's God Piece of shit will soak up the sea Rat piss Ripping the shit, where's the cunt to rule? When years of boredom lead to God reaver No fucking point, it's all been done before Light the blue touch paper and retire Listen to me kid, you're just something to eat Just drink the rat piss, eat rat shit and repeat 02. Psychic One Inch Punch
Don't fucking say it, you piss soaked maggot
Maintain your distance, don't speak Don't explain, don't engage, don't justify Just drink and forget Don't try to share, don't want to hear it Take a step back you cunt Just drink your acid, keep your mouth shut Stare at the mirror and cry Don't tell me you're sorry, there's no fucking point Nobody cares what you've done Eulogise pain - we don't want to know Nobody cares you're alone So cry your heart out, conceited shit Bite the pillow and think of your home Choke your tears back, you snivelling prick Need someone to understand Well you're on your fucking own 03. Goatboy
Synapses firing blanks on black plastic sheets
70% solution and feeding once a week Had the chance of thousands but didn't have the fucking guts Heroines and heroin, stab her in the eyes I've seen enough Smoke drown in brown with her, I'll see her again soon Spewing powder, knees wasted, bone grinding on bone Fully conscious irritant, there's skulls in the mud What price is freedom when sickness is all we want? Unavoidable Trenchant Valetudinaire Trepan Funeral for Mr. Gone Sucking grey at his wake I've heard that thousands could die And she's not slowing down Fucking obsessed Meaningless Days out of sequence Bad health Paid in failure Daggers and honey Blistering the eyes Picking at the scabs Funeral for Mr. Gone Just blood and matted hair I've heard that thousands could die But then, there never was a point 04. Wanker Colony
Populate and island just like Dr. Moreau
With fucking freaks and wankers Shit, they're all in the know Cock sucking grin, can't get no goddamned sleep Dirty fucking sluts done dirt fucking cheap No rhyme or reason - fuck, you know you're alive Writhing in your stinking nest And where the fuck was I? Fuck Fuck Sharp as a razor Fuck Fuck Soft as a prayer, it was fucking obscene Come all ye fuckers, you can all take a turn God knows it's warm inside And now's your chance to fucking learn Drunken and belligerent, still, water is just too deep Come join the colony by dying in your sleep 05. The Chronovisor
[Instrumental]
06. Hit Bottom
Caffeine, burned skin, vinegar, bastard benzos
Malicious, wastrel politics, scabs for eyes Usury, dislocation, self abuse with pride Mutual disrespect, hate thy neighbour as thyself A floorboard investment, fraudulent use of credentials I've always wondered how you'd look In your wedding dress All light, crowned with stars, all the best things are fragile Guess I'll never know Anger mismanagement, a course of medication So what if you're borderline, be the best meat you can Think this was a one way trip 07. No Memory
An animal distraction
Murdered children have more choice While you're skull fucking the eunuch A world from hated sex divorced And have no memory Suck the cock of forced attrition Swallow Satan's burning chyme And have no memory So with burning, piss teared eye's Open wide, inhale the flames Just drink away the regrets Have no memory A-fucking-gain Withered lunatic In Jack Daniels' halo Confused and violent Abuse once and throw away And so now, you're coming fucking back again Just drain all you need and walk away I won't remember anyway 08. Piss For Blood, Shit For Brains
Give up, you fuckers!
Reek of fags, booze and deceit Lies written all over your body Cunt written all over your face Piss for blood, shit for brains Got fucking DTS, shaking hands, shattered pride Remember you've always got yourself to blame Piss for blood, shit for brains you fucking cunts Dead reference, dagger eyes Brain tumour cross From hero to zero in one easy fucking step Piss for blood, shit for brains Phenomenological psychology A deaf mute cunt Blood, brains and bollocks Time of your fucking life 09. 38
Incapable, player in a cast of millions
Fuck it up, guts burning yet again Live on adrenaline and fear of defeat Fear the cunt who takes the prize Sweet nausea, knowingly expectant Fucking laugh you fucking joke Disjointed and obscure Don't spill the beans, just fucking watch Just imagine the shining wall Can't take it, just want to be sick Take another drink and smile In front of the face And pray for 38 Lay yourself down, son, and watch the gathering crows |