Sangtekst: Dalek. Negro Necro Nekros. Images Of .44 Casings.

What clarity?
you must be mistaken.
This phrase came with incoherence and portrayed my ragged existence.
In fits of paranoia I feel which parts are aching.
Jagged life once more from mirrors shows vagrant
While your three-piece mind is vacant
This d?k bred in basement and asphalt pavements
Playing pick-up with .44 casings.


This d?k bred in basement and asphalt pavements
Playing pick-up with .44 casings.


Slow folds of moments trapped within clasped hands
Thoughts beyond grasp of man
Means one more night to drink 'ock
One more sec my cell's unlocked
I watched for days as his wrist fell
Enthralled with all except the smell of decayed decadence
Earth-soaked peasants reek a sweet life
Mistaken blatant use of profane gestures
Suggesting once really cared.
Verses once in pairs now seem like ancient etchings on cave walls
I breath deep.... This air is fatal.
Savor it.
Bathe your seeds in it.
Grim realities flourish into valleys
While on desolate peaks souls speak to their shells
Slow process... Eternity inhales
Frail infrastructures are ruptured by infectious nature of ideas
All played by ear
And that Shady Individ who graced the rear has long since adhered to society
...Or has he?
Shear blasphemy! I saw your lips mouth
As I wiped my brow with Turin's shroud
Turns heads mongst crowd
Before Thelonius Monk I once bowed.
It must have been a dream
 

Para ti
Sweet nothingness
Love never cared
The air smelt a clean nothing
Bordering speckled life below
Sweet sorrow
Pretend there lie tomorrows with no ends
Dripping ink tear from pens
As gasping voices cry out at last
Etchings of a past blurred by the movements of time
As if rhyme itself came down and said,
"Hello again, friend."
But are you?
"Yes, yes!!" in Dean phrase
you are.
The rest may not.
Evil world, cruel evil world
I hear your laugh
I just never gave a fuck.