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Spiritual Cramp
INCURABLE DISEASE ON THE DAY OF REST
WALKING ON THE WATER IN A SEA OF INCEST
I'VE GOT THE IMAGE OF JESUS
EMBEDDED IN MY CHEST
I CAN'T LEAVE HOME WITHOUT MY
BULLET PROOF VEST
KILLING MYSELF FOR THE PERFECT HONEYMOON
FIGHTING WITH SCORPIONS TIED AROUND MY NECK
I HEAR THE PITTER PATTER
OF A KILLER ON THE LOOSE
CHILDREN USE THEIR FINGERS INSTEAD OF WORDS
CROSSES BURN OUT TEMPLES
ON SLAUGHTER AVENUE
IT TAKES TOO MUCH TIME TO SAY "I REFUSE"
TIME IS DIGGING GRAVES FOR THE CHOSEN FEW
CHILDREN DIG THE GRAVES FOR ME AND YOU
DESCRIBE THE ILLNESS I'LL PRESCRIBE THE CURE
START YOUR TWO DAY LIFE
ON A TWO DAY VACATION
I'VE GOT A SPIRITUAL CRAMP GOING THROUGH MY RIB
THOSE GANGSTERS TOTING GUNS
ARE SHOOTING SPIKES IN MY WRIST
CHILDREN USE THEIR FINGERS INSTEAD OF WORDS
FINGERS BURY CHILDREN UNDER THE BOARDS
I CAN DIE A THOUSAND TIMES
BUT I WILL ALWAYS BE HERE
WITH THE POWDER SKULL SECRETS
OF FORGOTTEN YEARS
THE HANGMAN'S NOOSE IS DRENCHED
WITH BLOODSTAINED TEARS
MY HANDS ARE THE KILLER THAT CONFIRMS
MY FEARS
JESUS WON'T YOU TOUCH ME
COME INTO MY HEART
WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU
WHEN THE FIRE STARTS?
Figurative Theatre
In the shadow holes
Of a thousand eyes
In the knee-deep graves
Of future survivors
The fleshless guests live off
Children of the past
Their aging fingers cast the
Shadow of death
(Chorus)
Their razor-sharp tongues
Invite to relax
As they slip the skin on your
Eyelids back
Invasive spectators
Get into the act
With roses and candles
Silver knives and spoons
Persona read women dance with
Priests on a side road
Your vision perspectives are
Turning to stone
Cabaret slide shows start
Shooting their loads
Act one is the end, the show
Now begins
(Chorus)
Breath ballet prancers spin on
Porcelain backbones
A child's muddled cry turns to
Hilarity
Ungracious freeloaders leave their
Dead on a doorstep
Flowers of doom all bloom in prosperity
Luxuries of past days are
Luxuries of our days
Luxuries of our past days
Are luxuries of our days
