Words From the Exit Wound
Album - 26 ottobre 1998 - Debaser id 9016

Super-power - soup from bloated pyres.
Ultra-pristine - break off a nation, take a bite.

Covet me dearly,
shaft me completely,
cleanse me impure 'til the doctrine sticks.

Super-focused - fields of red to dredge.
Ultra-conscious - earmarked? devil? in your wake.

Covet me dearly,
shaft me completely,
cleanse me impure 'til the doctrine sticks.

Might is right to blight
in the just scheme of things.
Bombs for sludge for blood,
(generations) snuffed out on a whim.

Husk of a patriot.
Vapours of a soul blown off.
Husk of a patriot.

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I'm impervious,
this subservience demeans a mental gait.

It' insensible,
just be digestible and tether down that rage.

No ignoramus (or) sufferer for art.
big windows smudged so play a part!

Since when did we discard perception as the years went flashing by?
Will characterless enigmas brake the degenerative slide?

Not in deep for a dress to impress,
won't go tired on vast space to defend.
Not in deep for a dress to impress,
won't go tired on vast space to defend.

If maturity wipes the slate carefree,
keep me infantile.
Major humane drop to the comfort zone.
Smooth earth now to ride.

Hereafter believable - legitimate.
A model of transparency - freeze up my gaps.

Since when did we discard perception as the years went flashing by?
Will characterless enigmas brake the degenerative slide?

Self-harming on the climb to my box.
The cancer's not eating -
others holes it has clogged.

Time is a climb
dragging your chains,
One-way parade.

Glued to the rail,
fixed on a tail.
Side-step barred.

Jump with no push,
not to devoid void
but aching places

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Spurned my own motives.
Can I vacate these premises?
Siphoned off,
Sealed my walls.

Strike a light then screw the vice.

Callouses that keep my peace - blemished blissfully,
torched off in a fiery sea,
defiled first degree.

Searching flames darkens embrace.

And lost crimes laid raw and bare,
guarded eyes with intruded glare.

Incendiary incoming

Picking out thoughts like carrion,
cannot put the finger on.
Un-brotherly love sears
worse than those unknown.

Shards of spite cut lines of sight.

And lost crimes laid raw and bare,
guarded eyes with intruded glare.

Incendiary incoming

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