Savior?
Poison?
Symbol
Mankind's weakened sum
Arms and a trunk
Burned into the sun
Skepticism
Tilt it
Summit
Blackened
Perched in

Black windows for miles
The stare of the sky
Blinding devised
Crumble the site
Force it down

Blame kept it uninvolved forever
The answer to droll prayers
Grid-tilted upside-down for pleasure
Inversion of the fixture
Diversion sans elixir
The steeple will fall

Pleased fleece
Gleam ceased
Drone spell
Bellowed then snatched form
Portents of storm
Eclipse the sun
Insects amok
Hate it...but..
Embrace.
Fate's wake
Downswinging
Rat relegation
Thriving the shun
There's more than one
Faith under the sun
Frame one now !

Truth kept us uninvolved forever
The answer to droll prayers
Faith-tilted upside-down for pleasure.
Inversion of the failures
Excursion cell of jailers
And their steeples will fall
Heirs of the late
Have been searching high and low
For you and I
The steeple will fall
The people will crawl
Steeple will fall

Distrust the artist...
Sane enough to be hanged...
From troubled tree tops...
Word of debt omit...

Was it not good enough?
A ten-year steep decline...
Tangled in a mother's mother's mother...
A history of brother...

Distrust the artist...
Sane enough to be blind...
Genius eccentric...
Sympa-fucking-thetic...

Hedonistic headlock...(verses)
Older better times...

Consumed with another other's other
Ripped out of hearts of brothers
(It's one or the other...)

Distrust the artist...
Self-extorted anxiety...
Subsidence into lethargy...
Self-confessed defeat...

Wise up, good luck...
Killing our heads and the body did die...

Hogshead - matted bastard
Loading pitchforks for war
World brain bite me
Blood red corner is the head of the dog

Lantern of spotlight habit
Caved in like an eggshell
World brain bite me
Blood mist color in the head of a hog
Making a devil right
Palm leaf wizard's smite rides on
Making a devil right
Annul the deep malign
Put a match to the prisons
But the damned can't burn despite
Put a hammer to the human
The reap biding its time drops

Dogshead matter factor
Caved in pitchforks of war
World brain bite me
Blood red corner is the head of the dog
Blood mist color in the head of a hog

Snort the powder of Ibn Ghazi
Line up on ash, trembling swiftly
Weekly rising, taking the nightmares somewhere
Stripping it clean, drag it clean into the the system
The blind business that blinds
A voice that's not a voice
Waiting in the old place
Serpents of vacation wind to the feet

Beware the conjure
Beware the conjure

The bulk of mortals walk alone with
Eidolon unseen and foul
It's the lock under the deeps
Take a look at the blood that drips
Expectation of a blow
Servants of mission on to defeat
It's all the conjure

Now commencing
Blasphemy is addicted trail
In glory spread death on
Now come and see

Cut off spectrum, intercourse
A terrible thing to hear
No earth born free not insane of this fear
Now the wisdom is born without guidance

A blind business that blinds
A choice without choice
Waiting in the old place
Servants of occasion want to defeat

Beware the conjure
Beware the conjure
Beware the conjure
Beware the conjure

Beware the conjure
Because, in the end, you will find out
You cannot win

Dark of December
Lying with wraith of the dying times
Cries in unison sing
With the sufferer's breathing spoil
Match that fleeting's toil
And catch the fleeing soul
And open the gatefold graves
I hate this time of year
A recall of long gone names
I hate this time of year
Through the suffering all

Stark doom impendor
Draught in home and tomb entwine
Cries in unison sing
With the sufferer's heaving lull
Match that beating's toll
And catch the fleeing soul

Falling from an attic
Helped to feet dead

Dark of December
Rattle shrunken over glazing eyes
Cries in unison sing
With the sufferer's breathing spoil
Match that fleeting toil
And catch the fleeing soul
If you can
Open the gatefold graves
I hate this time of year
To visit the ghosted names
I hate this time of year
Through the suffering all
Falling from an attic
Helped to feet dead
Cries in unison sing
Years count

Wringing of bodies, rang of lurid
Glade of swamp extent vast and degraded here
Worshiper's mass motion, left to right
Deeper fleur-de-lys-soaked institution
Unfamiliar
Chill the listener drain the blister
A vacated Hypnos
Endless bacchanalia

Creeping older fetishism laggard
Of New Orleans horde de rigueur for mention
Monday's repetition of Sunday's
Is more easily planned than it is performed
Born familiar
Chilled distiller
Follow it wrecked en masse
Passing the glass, slaking the mass
A vacated Hypnos
Endless bacchanalia

Falling ruin zenith poison
Stooping at each doorway's quasi customs
Knocked-off feet cult-mull degenerate
Dread the needed gloom under one domed-roof
Unfamiliar
Chill the blister
Drain the listener
Born familiar
Chilled distiller
Passing the glass, slaking the mass
A vacated Hypnos
Endless bacchanalia

There is an ocean waiting
Amber wind blows
And the wind blows
Cry me a grave