There is a break in the waves,
That shows a deep sea of graves...
My blood runs black, my hands are stained red,
my joie de vivre is finally dead...
“The sausage! Get the sausage, please!”
He screamed as he fell on his knees...
It folds and swells and curves,
this form I wear...
A lighted candle shadowed the steps
As desire took the night away...
A crotchety cantina hosts a
Malevolent, fetish night...
Thousand wounds
by the distance's sword...
Would I be wrong,
Would I be right...
My dear darkness
it's time to say goodbye...
As a child I had no choice
other than be imprisoned with two mad adults...
I gazed outside a fog, flamed window.
There were things within a dark sky...
Don't kiss me with lies any
more, I know the bladed...