empty smiles
For deceit and dreams ofen are one

This skewed reality, dizzying and sweet
Open hands to trap the moth
Corrupt veins pump soured blood
The trap is set, poison awash

Heads to turn for the promises betray
Chisel to stone with the world to pay

With the eyes to the sky, faith begat misery
With eyes to the sky, the world shall burn away

I rise, for I can stand alone


Ad Nauseam
Bound and gagged
Yet professing the importance of these putrid regurgitations
Dangling above the precipice
Fate, tragic and deserved, lies below
Vacuous and nightmarish

Docile and servile
Kiss that which feeds and fucks
Devoured, defiled
We hang

Choking ourselves on this rank vomit
Seems we can't get enough
Gorging on this stale repetition
For time does not exist to us

And when the gag is removed, sodden and rancid
Mouths will remain agape
Like baby birds, trusting and needy
Even as the rope is cut
Dead eyes long for the normality
Long for the masochism
And set free the sadist in us all

Open wide because this better be worth it


The Mask of the Satyr
Cut away and start again

Cross out these serpentine eyes
Milk them for all they're worth
Shatter the white with jane doe hammers
Slay the beast with three billion heads

Through noise and movement, filth is revealed
I can smell the decaying musk
Stale breath reeks of lust and violence
And shaking hands reveal the rest

For I am nausea
From you to me
A new slate is needed for this cannot be cleaned

Insight crawls, drunk and bruised
Deep within the leaden grey
But majority rules with iron fist
So swallow the blood and cover the face

To turn the other cheek
Or cut it open and rip out the tongue
For now and for this
Forgiveness is rot

I'd trade it all for a chance to mend
To kill, to cleanse, to purge, to end

Loathing saturates, sour and foul
Only to be eclipsed by the sorrow
To cut away those close and near
Pull back the hammer and let it swing
Let it swing


Becoming the Lycanthrope
Revelation or annihilation

The futile and the fanatics
That is all we are
With scalpel incisions and flapping tongues
Bury the limbs of the hopeless

Clambering onto the funeral pyre, overwhelmed
Sacrifice and sedition
Let the ashes of our cancer rise
To be inhaled by the congregation

Carry your doctrine into the flames
Or swallow it whole and exit the wake

As the smoke blackens the horizon
Revel in your decision (delusion)
As the inferno turns to embers
Breathe in the essence of despair

Piss on the ash and the bones of the dead
Laugh and rejoice as the black turns blood red

But your carnivorous smile betrays
Revealing the teeth that will devour us all

A grin to mark the end of days


To Fell Goliath
Lynch the god of disease
And sever his wings
Hang him upon the red beneath the green

But the tyrants and sinners are waiting in line
And the mob is thinning and there is no time
With the blind masturbating the blind
The prophets are left with no one to lead

To fall on your sword
Or charge from the trench
Fall in to the black
Or choke their fields with our dead

Within the agony of the conscience
To gorge at the trough or to starve to death
Aversion of truths or affirmation of life
History to live or history to end

With the pinnacle past and crevice below
To leave the concrete to crack and the steel to corrode
Turn your back on this den of murderous thieves
Or with stone in hand do we go for the head?
A chance to cripple, cut them off at the knee
A wrench in the works to fuck the machine


Failure
Let me hang here, till sleep
To end my nightmare, to let me dream
To lie beneath the soil, alone
To let the world grow old

The Coming of Genocide
Blackness, inside to out
Like a benign tumor turned terminal
Here we are at the dawn our conclusion
Penned, paid for and played out by us all

Seconds slow as we count down to death
Reflection eclipsed by blame to place

Fingers point in every direction
While resting on hair triggers
The gun is our callous indifference
The bullet is what we have become
We have fellated fate for far too long
Taste our infliction, and know that we were wrong

There is a beauty within this violent paradigm
And that lies with the inevitability of our end

Staring into the abyss of man
Empty, consumed, ruled by its dead hand

May the horror of human nature
Feed the horror of realization

Caskets for empires founded on fault lines
Caskets for empires


Defaeco
Brightest white, blinding
Angelic and rustic
The greatest beauty i've ever breathed

I for one know what this is
The great redeemer
Our bastard child
Let it rise

Standing aside the crippled dreamer
We begin to understand the design
And prepare to climb back into the womb
To be reborn as bone and ash

Absolution is all that remains
Swallow the truth and chase it with blame

In bliss, watch our smiles melt away
Wash us away, drowned in relief
Still and open for the first and last time
Repaid and returned

Let our blood mix with the soil
The earth soaked in us all
Our sorrow and our pardons
Now, my good friend, we are even

This is our end