I Shalt Become - Poison lyrics
Tracks 01. Like A Lamb To The Slaughter...
02. Black Swan Events 03. Harlow's Vertical Chamber Apparatus 04. No Quarter At The Somme 05. Ghosts 06. Leaving Watership Down 07. The Swarming Of The Locusts 08. Doubt 09. The Finest Cut Of The Scalpel 10. Absolve Me 01. Like A Lamb To The Slaughter...
The maudlin plea of the penitent
And the crystal skull persuasion A warning of proverbs and hyperbole Oh, sing the song of attrition! Tripping through the light fantastic The world twisting time Bankrupted by a poisoned chalice. There are days and there are days... 02. Black Swan Events
Before the distant laughter rings hollow in the head
A bullet sunk into the flesh And the sixth foot is the easiest. So repent, you sinner! The stillborn will bear our sorrow. 03. Harlow's Vertical Chamber Apparatus
Once bitten, twice dies
A lesson in casting out Splinters in the mind I'm breathing in the asbestos And dreaming in a coffin It must be me... 04. No Quarter At The Somme
Dig a shallow grave
And the dirt remains under the nails Run for the hills Because the sky is falling The hazy blur of a new vigil. Starfish Prime So in for a penny, in for a pounding. 05. Ghosts
Still you, ghost, are bothered by instinct
And whispers and falling icons The failed attempts at a distant second Oft ignored Murder A beating that took its toll... A pound of flesh consumed. 06. Leaving Watership Down
A prophet saw the fields run red
In belief of nightmares and happenstance Crawling from the later The rats come in swarms... Pestilence, seduction, plague and death. 07. The Swarming Of The Locusts
The dissected presented
On a cold, steel table A Kübler-Ross model? Aesthetic lover Already decayed. The devil's workshop makes us a stranger. 08. Doubt
A State Plan 14.25 in the head
But drawn to the hero or the heroin? Or a little colder stare... 09. The Finest Cut Of The Scalpel
The finest cut of the scalpel serves its purpose.
The aftertaste of the hemlock matters little. The slowest twist of the knife opens the wound. 10. Absolve Me
Suffering fools
Coitus more ferarum The guilty with no guilt The innocent with no life Suffering the stigmata Where are the leeches? Where is my burden? |