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01. Seven Tentacles And Eight Flames

I'm mezmerized
a servant to the light
a victim to the red and blue
green, yellow and white
lingering so lovingly
to the songs so gay i scream
brighter than the stars themselves,
sweeter than icecream

masses meld
the titans come
this crowd is torn asunder
to a quivering mass
they smiled down at me
devour my face and head

everything was washed away
into light. i wont break
light. this perfect light.
clean again. limited.

illuminated hungry smiles
caterpillars and crocodiles

light bulb. flash pulse. bright light bright night everyone's fucked!
light bulb. flash pulse. bright light bright night everyone's fucked!

things never change, only rearrange
like a suicide. its do or die
coming down again like a grain of sand
caught in your eye. now you're blind.

02. Cutsman

That little bastard,
with his tricks and vile forms of play
hacking shaving slicing mutilating
all that gets before him,
all that gets in his way.

Coming around down the stairs.
wood cracks beneath my feet,
my hand slips across the rail
collecting dust on my finger tips.
I came into a dark room
the smell of wet stone of many years
then there was a bubonic retard's blank empty stare...

Little android man
Half the size that I am
Scissors on his head
Scissors on his fucking head!

Little android man
-born without a soul
without that force of reason-
the scissors took control.
Little android man-
born without a heart
if he's in your vicinity he'll cut you apart!

Here he comes
bring it down
it's just a game
Don't look back he's right behind
and here's your piece of mind.

Cut!!

little android man,
born without a soul
without the voice of reason
the scissors took control!
little android man,
born without a heart
if hes in your vicinity
he'll cut you apart.

Counting it down until your death counts on his fingers..
1 2 3 4

Little android man
Never never never trust a
Little android man
He'll cut cut cut cut

03. In The Wake Of The Bunt

Debris, we've been brought to our knees.
Anything and everything torn away.
Our world turned upside down, torn to the ground.
Shaking, thank God for surviving this day.
In the wake of the bunt.

Tattered masses digging through the remains,
Of the lives come and gone.
That elusive light, broken and reborn.
A brotherhood combined by the fury in our eyes.

Giant, consuming
The bunt strikes like lightning.

"Citizens, feel fear!
The world turned upside down,
Shaking, thanking God for surviving this day."
In the wake of the bunt.

Hearts aflame, we call the name of justice,
That and of nothing more.
Strike up the song and scream along,
"Vengeance will be ours, this time it's war!"

We set upon its quivering mass,
And at last the moment has come.
Shaking voices cry as innocents die,
Avenging their poor broken homes.
With fury and violence,
We strike down she who defies us.
At a horrible sum,
Horrible eyes lock onto our thighs,
Like they were appetizers in a feast to come.

Then opens the mouth of that wretched beast.

"Dear God, help us,
It wants to consume us.
Eating the flesh of those on the hunt.
Peeling skin from my bones,
I want to go home."
The wake, the bunt.

Dun, dun, dun, dun,
The wake, the bunt.

We set upon the quivering mass,
And at last that moment had come.
Shaking voices cry, citizens died,
Avenging their poor broken homes.
With fury and violence,
We strike down she who defies us.
Bodies reach a horrible sum,
Horrible eyes lock onto our thighs,
Like they're appetizers in a feast to come.

04. Stabbers Of The Knife, By Kenny Pelts

warm flesh and oh so smooth skin
twins a sun and moon I could have been anything

leading the armies of the free or building the great elaborate id.

but one of them i dared to love so long without defense
my eyes went white and blind.
now i know only two, two wretched sisters
fucking lying sisters woe and hate.

the ghost of a carcass, chipped away its morsels
so red & wet
losing warmth
so red & wet
cleaved, hacked from my back
so red & wet
yielded from me by a stabber of the knife.

Thursting/ Pushing/ Forcing/ Spreading/
The heart/ Of me/ Conceptual knives/
Cold inside/ Fucking me/ Knives/ Fucking me/
Thrusting/ Probing/ Deeply/ Slowly/ From her/ Sweet device

and one of them i dared to love so long without defense
my eyes went white and blind

To all this I spit and leer,
Cheering vague obscenities in an empty room
On a dirty floor writing pagan poetry
On my birthday card, another damn birthday
Card splinters writing holiday commentary.

05. Bunnies

And a beef will rise again!,
Broken machine in his hand!.

Ten words: snapping, bunnies, twitching, gurgling, forget the bombs in your eyes.

Roaring with whispers,
to the tiny bunnies,
Smash/Splat those fucking bunnies.

Send them information in a sensationalist manner... they corrupt!.

Heads snapping and misspelling eyes twitching in response
to the sound of the words.

Red world-like words zooming boiling.
Moons in the shallow sky.

Roaring with whispers
to the tiny bunnies
Splat/Squish those fucking bunnies.

Twitching bleeding screaming
bring the hammer down.

Screaming bunnies bleeding bloody bunnies smeared across the ground.
Drool spilling down his chin onto his beard screams red words at a blank and pointless sky of mothers. Red words popping and crackling black.

Ten words: Snapping bunnies twitching gurgling forget the bombs in your eyes!.
Forget the bombs in your eyes.
Speak the words to crack open the sky

06. Purple

Sweet sweet pain- like a thundercloud but tears are rain

full fists slapping thudding banging raging wanting not to be weak with woe

empty hands-she's on the floor on the floor she slams her empty hands

like thunder it rings in her ears slapping thunder
splashing in the puddles of her tears
lungs heaving from the crashing dying dreaming that was ripped from her heart while beating and dropped all red and sloppy here, on this clean tile floor.

Now there is a hole inside, where the ghosts and demons hide,
whispering white wilting words of woe, hungry ugly crunchy things,
Horrible nasty perverted things.
in her head her mother whispers "spreading like a whore".

weeping wilted pile heaving.

weak with tears and dead with dreaming,
wanting to be wanted and wanting nothing more.

07. Handsome Shoved His Gloves

a pencil drawn line of fire smoking
birds in a downward spiral
trails of charcoal trails of gray
half burnt feathers the eagle crash-landing now.

as scary as bees with the heads of raccoons,
we seem to have split the embryo too soon.
shape shifters bulging splitting reveal the underneath flaming stars,
falling sky falling on me.
shape shifter splays his face again a terrible bargain
smoking birds dropping from the sky plummeting

and handsome shoved his gloves, with a fist he fed you reasons,
brought you down from up above, made you strong but left you kneeling

this circuitry works best

and handsome shoved his gloves, with a fist he fed you reasons,
brought you down from up above, made you strong but left you kneeling.

08. The Immense Defecation of the Buntaluffigus

This suffering must come to and end!
These razors within me must be expelled!

Whoever dreamed such a glorious dream,
that a tremendous expulsion could bring me such joy?
The release of the pressure, an end to the suffering,
a warm, moist feeling as I leave you behind.

The glorious emptiness within me brings tears to my eyes,
but now it must be filled with the giver of life.
Gorge myself with its sweetness,
keep it all for myself.

There is none left for you, I am not yet complete.
I must devour you as well, your life's blood will become a part of me.
Become a part of me, for I'm the almighty Bunt.

09. Pol's Voice

It's name mocks its silence,
a worthless beast born to violence has ears and whiskers
flapping as its yellow flesh comes slapping across the rank
filth of this ancient subterranean floor.
It's hate knows no bounds as its home knows no sounds
but the slamming, crushing, splatting of it's yellow flesh.

I am the herald of light

I withdraw a shining glory, a single loving end of story,
the only weakness, a grace like wings, my bow sings.

Unleashed
and in the silver light my arrows take the flight
Unleashed
splits Pol's voices head and spills it's thoughts and dreams
Unleashed
in crimson red across this floor
Unleashed
a host of yellow bodies comes crashing to my feet
Neat!

A host of slapping yellow bodies comes crashing in crimson piles

Running away, running away from your own voice
Running away, running away from Pol's voice!

Silence!

10. Big Blue Violence

and on came a dawn
You thought I'd say dying black but i saw burning red

it was all pedal down full speed anticipation
burning my belly, the scent and the hunger

waves crashing through amber coasts,
twilight drives pacify and then ignite.

all the stars gave way to a big blue violence,
everything like a gem perfect like we've always wanted.

in the crack of dawn ocean air told me things, this was what i had been waiting for,

Her do or die appealed to my sensibilities, appealed to me like a smack,
That's right do or die, i came back different

11. The Legend Of The Flower Of Woe

This i know, there is one who captures me,
for an age i stared at the heart of the moon, rise and fall rise and fall.

i close my eyes i wish for freedom when i open my eyes i found myself asleep.
the emptiness of my eyes the memory of moonlight whispers seductively.
worlds away worlds away worlds away.

trying to forget i looked in the heart
of each perfect star each so full of myriad wonders of their own.
but in the night one cannot deny her, there can be no shadows without her defining light.
my life became a dream as it sank into the void of the fantasy
i constructed from her intangible attributes from which i awoke i had to again learn to see.

she is cold, she does not have the power to sustain my life, upon her i would die.

love non absolute love. love imperfect love. love non absolute love. love imperfect love.

an inner closeness a mutual respect the power of trust the thunder of laughter shared words,
we are the same, we are so different.

i dared not look at her speak to her but i did.
i dared not look at her speak to her but i did.

fact's a fact,
man was not meant for the moon, this one fear, it was like an open wound.

we are so close, the distance between us is a kiss, a kiss that does not exist,
a soft gentle petal flying on the wild wings of the wind.
a single petal from the violent grace of the flower of woe.
may we all vomit at the stench of its perfume.

12. Kangarooster 4057

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