Black Lion Massacre

My creator appeared to me in the form of a black lion
She checked my temperature to make sure I was ready
It was 106.7, she preferred .8 but couldn't wait
I rode her to the arena
There she licked my foot to rehydrate
Left me pleading on the dirt
The ministers went silent, drank milk powders, spilt some on the aprons to begin the rites
People slaughtered each other out of joy
People murdered their pets
Pissed on each other
Masturbated in the front yards
Vomitted in public fountains
Gouged out the eyes of reptiles and mutilated fish
Then prayed deeply and watched at their bodies transformed
Rejoiced in the process
There were rainbows everywhere, everywhere

Flunkt Sass vs. The Rute Plume

I discovered so much from my last trance
Dogs running in black & white,
Don't make me process that much information
It's unforgivable

Aging apocalyptic ecstasy, previous life laughter
My background is such an affliction,
My psychic told me
My transients exploited vacant energy fields
They are poisoning us from the skies

Even this ghetto world that has nothing doesn't want me

Clone tissue and the crow instabilities are lovely
Its power on me is bloody breastfeeding horrid discovering instabilities
They're killing us from the skies

Even this ghetto world that has nothing doesn't want me

Holiday Call

Is that you, my Lord
Hands on my knee, my Lord
Fingers running up my sleeve, my Lord
Asking me to leave with you
My Lord

I freaked at the festival, I'm almost sick again
Our memories are sighed away
All the tvs are stoned
It's no construct for prayer

Is that you, my Lord
Hands on my knee, my Lord
Fingers running up my sleeve, my Lord
Asking me to leave with you
My Lord

I freaked at the festival, I'm almost sick again
Our memories are found again
All the telephones are stoned
It's no construct for prayer

Bitch you know it's got to bounce

Don't lie to me, Charlize
I hardly know you
I know enough to stay away
No row a boat for you



Don't lie to me, Charlize
I hardly know you
I know enough to stay away
No row a boat for you

L'Age d'Or

I saw her in the strangulation room
She said "do you think your venom is strong enough to really work on me?"
I think she just wants me on the temporary
She said you're all fitness but is it just a paper love?
And I kept you in my kiss almanac
Ever since you dropped your stage name
Re-emerged as viper fragment
I've liked you so much more
I've noticed things about you I never had before
Now I want you on the kitchen table, public bathroom
On the dirty floor
shit, they're knocking down the door
I've missed your encore

I know she's kind of fug
She's just my party drug
I ain't all that fly my damn self
I know she's kind of fug
She's just my party
Young pussy is a star
How slick you are

I've got to get my bust
Before this planet turns to dust
I mean she's the only flight I'm really on

I know she's kind of fug
She's just my party
At least for tonight

I know you were scared because I was your first secular lover
And it didn't feel like we kind of healed each other
We play depravation games
I let you load the cartridge
you were in your spring
You hungered for everything
But was I just a symbol?
Something for you to escape to?
All the things I made you do they will return to haunt you.
But come on, let's not pout
It was just an adventure
At least I taught you how to stop living like such a mouse

I know she's kind of fug...

Slave Translator

All the nimble girls are boys for girls with no boys to throw up for
Slave translator, tell me what it means
Don't you hear depression in her brush, quite a rush

All the nimble boys are girls for boys with no girls to come into
Slave translator, soften my rage
All the boys she loves are always underage

Can't get away from it
Self-paralysis
Satanic ornaments that crumble our faith
Rebirth / suicide, rebirth / suicide
Esto perpetua
Not that I care...

Bring the plates like it's automatic
It's so pathetic
You apologize for him
You won't face the portraits
Honestly you rotted when it mattered
Not that I care...

I was only stabbing your heart
Because I was trying to get your attention
Change your direction

Can't tolerate this blue vision
Paranoia like it's talking to your mother
All of the hatred, all of the vomit
Is recorded
Not that I care...

All the nimble girls are boys for girls with no boys to throw up for
Slave translator, I hate to ask
Is the wind in that door still?

All the little boys are girls for boys with no girls to come into
Slave translator, I want you to hurt
I'm cutting myself and I feel like dirt