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Disgusting Slob
02:42
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Right from the start he was a disgusting slob…
Wiping drool from his gob
With his encrusted sleeve
And you know, he has those darting eyes
Every time a little girl walks by
His head turns like one of those clown games
AAAHHHHH!
This filthy pervert, this fucked up freak
This twisted old timer with his erotic dreams
This wasted wanker, this geriatric
This deranged drunk paedophilic prick
KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF
Well listen Father while you parade your fake image
Your tattered sheets can’t hide you anymore
Expose the repugnance you wear in your smile
And the nauseating stains on your mind
If your hand deceives you- THEN CUT THEM OFF
If your eyes deceive you- THEN PLUCK THEM OUT
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Dressed In Skin
01:35
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Do you see the dead lining the streets with their hands in their pockets?
Walking skeletons dressed in skin reaching for their wallets
With stomach acid burning throats and teeth all in decay
They buy beauty in cosmetics and poison their face
On eternal weight loss and wasting away
Wasting away to skin and bones
Wasting away to skin dressed bones
And…They…Say…That…This…Is…Beauty
Behind the painted on fakery you will find a tortured heart
It's beating, it's beating … but it is riddled with scars
Hands down the throat reaching for love
Fingernail scratches from constant throwing up
Self-inflicted reminders that they are never good enough
This beauty game is tough, this beauty game is rough
You need to buy more stuff to make your limbs become
Masses of pulsating slough
And…They…Say…That…This…Is…Beauty
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Fake
01:13
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Roaches up to my ankles
ROACHES UP TO MY ANCLES
They crawl up my shin
Try to burrow their tiny heads in to my skin
Knock knock
KNOCK KNOCK
I won’t let you in
Infect someone else with you fake christian grin
INFECT- INSECT- INFECT- INSECT
You can’t fish the splinters
From beneath your fingernails
And the blood of Christ won’t wash off
IT WON’T WASH OFF
So you spread it across your lips
And paint on that smile
That fake Christian smile
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Little Black Book
02:46
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The decrepit hollow shell of a man once sane with humanity
Now an exoskeleton of sin and skin and inhumane thoughts and flesh
Held together by a tissue of hope
But you can see the regret and fear in the fold, pits and scars of his face
Sad from the eternal come down that has eaten away his innards
It’s the brood of thought that his parents have planted within him
That have now cracked their shells
And the larvae have eaten him empty from inside out
Leaving only a single layer to hide behind
Hollowed out by the fear imbedded in his mind
His left hand grips onto the life he has left
It’s in the shape of a little black book
Hollowed out by the fear imbedded in his mind
His left handgrips onto the life he has left
It’s in the shape of a little black book
He has the anorexic hands of a killer, long stretching fingers much like a pianist
With protruding tendons and knuckles and every vein pumps his anxiety
A verbal bulimic, swallowing phrases
And spurting them out again in vomit speech
Suggestion of contemporary living in phobia-faith
Psalms from that life he grips onto
That life in the form of a little black book with the golden trim
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Gutter Of Love
04:14
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I think my fever is getting worse I’m heating up
Seductive dance in flames- it’s hot IT’S HOT
My fingers licked and sucked
Teased burnt and plucked
True courage aint enough
So I reach for the bottle
In the gutter of love
Eating insects my stomach churns
I yearn and yearn
Drown my nerves in liquid burn
Erotically writhing fire
Curves contort and thrust
Ribs, hips and bust
My heart burns with desire
In the gutter of love
Come closer/ COME CLOSER
What does this look like to you?
I’m just here trying to make friends
I love you/ ILOVE YOU
…I just don’t know it yet…
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Interlude
02:08
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7. |
Malicious Mongrel
01:25
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Can you here that mongrel growling?
Drool drips from its jaw
This vicious bitch keeps on yapping
And I don’t know hat for
Its teeth have pierced my eardrums
Its tearing at the flesh this brutal instinct causes me
Such pain and distress
I’m sure you’ll think my fear of dogs
Is a little over the top
But can someone tell me
Will this malicious mongrel ever stop?
BARKING/FUCKING BARKING
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Birds Of Prey
03:37
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I’ve been thinking (yeah I’ve been thinking)
And that never a good thing when I’ve been thinking
Bad thoughts will eventually come
Spiralling up like an inspecting kite (UP! UP! UP!)
Soaring up with their wide span wings
To the clouds and then down again
Feathers cocked back and a piercing fixed gaze
This kite dives down
CLAWS AT THE READY (left-right)
He snatches up this rodent
Drives his talons through the skin
Through the skin and into the flesh
AAAARRGGGHHHH!
The rodent screams in pain
BIRDS OF PREY
I’m a truth teller…
And sometimes I wish for the magpies to come
To swoop down with their black and white feathered wings
And demonic red eye
The mafia of the skies
Vicious family affairs
Full of violence and bloodshed
Feathers scattered through the air
Blood spilt fucking everywhere
These territorial-predatorial-terrors
(…well there is truth in all lies…)
AND THEY GO FOR YOUR EYES
They will deprive you of sight
Leave you tortured and afraid
BIRDS OF PREY
The vultures look down from their sky high
Penthouse palaces of crystal
Peering down at these crowded city streets of concrete and bitumen
Eyeing of the slowly dying
The withering
To pick off the scraps left behind
By a life of monotonous menial tasks
Performed for minimal benefits
While the vultures feast on the festering.
They profit from decay
BIRDS OF PREY
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Anti-Freind
02:29
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I drown in isolation in this room of no sleep
My pin and needles brain
Numb festering anti-friend rotting from within
My mind wastes away as time decays
And these visions of past confidants
Cerebral recollection or manifestations of the insane?
But I can hear their incohesive whispers
That greet me with contempt and distain
WELL WHO NEEDS FRIENDS WHEN YOU’VE GOT LONELINESS
Creating aural discomfort for no ears but my own
My reflection can’t stand these painful squalls
But I’ll keep screaming until my voice begins to bleed
Through these bone dry plastered walls
Scratching at the fretboard and tapping at the skins
As if in some miasmic exposure
My mind is going bonkers behind this ugly mug
But I try to maintain my composure
WELL WHO NEEDS FRIENDS WHEN YOU’VE GOT LONELINESS
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Bloodshed Blues
03:36
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Fingers in the wound
Knuckle deep in bloodshed
Searching for my lucky pearl in a half dug grave of flesh
My digits digging
One drop of luck in this sea of crimson
Dives deep within me
I long to find that sinking slug
But my hands are twitching
And that makes it hard to dig this grave
So I’m bound to death
But I don’t want to die just yet
So ill tear this noose from around my neck
Ill tie it off around my leg
And continue digging through
Fingers in the wound
The only love is in the flesh
That little lucky pearl
Tearing at the tissue and wading through the blood
The desire for love is the cause of all this pain
My fingers digging deeper in the only chance I got
And to give up now would be my life
I feel that shining pearl with my fingers end
And fish it from beneath my skin
I draw a smile on my sorrowful mug
My bloodshed blues
I pick up my pistol
Pour some powder and shot
And roll in my little pearl of luck
I turn on my belly
And take aim at my hunters head
With one pull of the trigger…
DEAD
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Creative Disturbance Adelaide, Australia
Creative Disturbance - One mans lonely venture in music and Art. DIY Punk and Blues.
Circa 2010
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