people should be reminded that they are human beings

DP004_SpecialKayCCPONTOP

world historical individual

changing

when its cold outside
please dont forget me
think of me
and ill be by your side

when your days are dark
please dont regret me
just picture the spirit
that spirit of biloxi 

(cool breeze
onwards
love free
tear your heart)

if your chest is tight
and your burdens plenty
say his name
and he'll be by your side

so with all your might
sing with praise his splendor
yes you know his name
our savior, jesus christ

(all need
fades to null
I see
your lucky skull)

spirit of biloxi

indescribable

Look to Kingstown Harbor
Gaze into the Dublin Bay
My Martello tower
Meets the white and gold of day

Razors call me
Cause I’m priestly
I am the butcher
Heaven sent me
Luck of the Irish
When you touch me
I am the mirror
Kinch, the knifeblade
I am the pastor
With no error
Just ask the spirit
Of my Mother
Read my scripture
So perfectly
I am the sharpest
Kinch, the knifeblade

Fear not now you jesuit
See the winedark snot and spit
I am the boy
That can enjoy
Invisibility, my toy!

Luck of the Irish
Please guide me
Take me to heaven
Kinch, the knifeblade
Introibo ad
Altare Dei
Come to the altar
Kinch, the knifeblade

Call the old maid
And have a chance
To pay your debts
To her, two pence
To drink with Haines
And Mulligan
Who spake of
Hellenistic trends
An englishman
Among the ilk
Of Gaelic blood
That flows like milk
From Joking Jesus
On the cross
To Zarathustra,
Virgin’s Loss

Break the news
To her gently
I shall die!
Kinch, the knifeblade
Preach Blasphemy
Of new pagans
Hellen lead me
To temptation
I am the purest
On the island
I am the sharpest
Kinch, the knifeblade
I am the servant
Of two masters
Luck of the Irish
And Rome shatters

Kinch (thee) Knife-blade

whatever

girlfriends

agoraphobe's chant

you are not your thoughts pt.2

I’d waste it all
I’d waste it on the drug 

I’d waste my vision
My future I've become

Used to be so giddy
Now my brow errs every day 

I’d waste it all
I’d waste away alone and all
I’d kill myself for you 

I pray for you now every evening 
And every waking day
I remember when you called me
To touch my blood again 
I could take you for an evil
If I didn't spot your face 
I’ve just fallen for a sickness
The beauty of decay 
I could kill you in a second
If I didn't know restraint 
I wish I could live beside you
If you only knew my pain 
Make not haste this coming sunday
For then you should rest and lay 
Waste not worry on my spirit
As my spirit flies away

(what do you call a black man on the moon
That's an astronaut
What do you call an oven with a jew
That’s the holocaust
What do you call an asian on a bike
That's a cyclist 
What do you call a woman in a church
That's a methodist
What do you call a monkey in a house
That's the president
What do you call a cat chasing a mouse
That's the precedent 
What do you call a black man on the street
That's a tragedy
What do you call a soldier with no feet
That's an amputee)

I’d waste it all
I’d waste it on the drugs

I’d cut my spirit
This nothing I’ve become 

I’d waste it all
I’d waste it on a joke

Throw out my egg
My corpse and dripping yolk, you know
I’d kill myself for you 
I could picture you awake now
In a sweeter, softer space
I wish love could last forever
If I only knew my place
I know poppy seeds forgive me
When I do my spirit dance
I wish I could touch your nature
If you only gave me the chance 
You could kill me for my sunbeams
If God granted you the grace
I would picture you the devil
If it weren't for your darling face 
I would love to live without you
If I only had the faith
I know freedom is the answer
Make waste and not make haste

(what do you call a black man on the moon
That's an astronaut 
What do you call a greek man on a ship
That’s an argonaut 
What do you call a russian in the cold
That's just normalcy 
What do you call an asian getting old
That's humanity 
What do you call a monkey in a house
That's the president
What do you call a cat chasing a mouse
That's the precedent 
What do you call a jew with tired eyes
An optometrist 
What do you call a white man that tells lies
A philanthropist)


I’d waste it all
I’d waste it on the drug

I’d throw my vision
In the grime and in the mud

Kill my body
Put desire in its hole

Keep on eating
All the tar until you're full 

I’d waste it all
I’d waste it on the drugs

I’d cut my spirit
This nothing I’ve become 

I’d waste it all
I’d waste it on a joke
 
I'd kill your vision
That black kaleidoscope

Don't Make Waste, Make Haste! (Progressive Jokes)

Answering the call
I’d like to take a fall
Into your angle

The pressure’s in the blood
My spirit’s vital mud
I’ll fear and tremble 

If I had to make a call
I know I’d bet it all 
On Naomi’s numbers

Sweat drips brow to brow
I’ll never ask you how
Your faith is wonder

It's so easy now
To look back and frown
In a simple way
You’re the light of day

Holy tune descend
If my love could only bend
Across the gulf to you

Tissue grace my skull
Let the christform make me whole
You see me through and through

Content or the form
I know you won’t conform
To shapes the devil drew

 Freedom glows around
Your darling skull and crown
You burst with something new

It's so far away
Like a hazy day 
Take it easy now
You're a silver cloud 

It’s so fun to say
I’m in love again
With your picture world
You are life unfurled

Naomi's Numbers

queen in white pt.2

new album july 3rd on cavern brew records fr fr

Absolute Knowing

skinwalker wip

into your heart

lyrics:
Hello my man
You're killing me
Rub this glass
Into your gums
Jun is stressed
As hell again
Some French bitch
Is fucking him

But the drain gang tour of 22’
Was like our summer of 69’
I haven't the time

Oh dear
Im huffing this
Horses line
To grip some bliss
There's Elaine
Refusing me
MDMA
Think i might OD

(I don't even like this shit
You know it
I would throw it all away
In a single moment
You lay awake at night
Think of all you miss
I would throw it all away
If I weren't like this)

But not to long after i would find myself sick
Leaning on the trashcan out back
While Dana holds my hair

I miss you so
Though we’ve barely met
I’m just a ghost
Haunting few events
Oh Polina
I’ll see you again
Hope the west coast
Doesn't break your brain 

(I don't even care for this
You know it
I would throw it all away
In a heated moment
I just want to feel your soul
For a single second
All these brief people I know
Are my greatest blessings)

And the drain gang show of 22’
Was like our summer of 69’
But I haven't the time
To stay

the drain gang tour of 22' was like our summer of 69'

angel rose (2020)

crying roy orbison nightcore cover

atomwaffen

dont cry, i hate you
and i could be so sweet
to make myself a lovers treat
to test your flesh, not after long
to touch your skin, oblivion
to wander through the gates with you
to gamble on the lovers hue

dont cry, i hate you
and i could feel so wrong
when calling on the lovers song
when longing for the flesh i eat
lets runs away our blank retreat
i love you more than makes of you
ill lay it on the lovers hue
ill always want something from you
i love it sweet i love it new

dont cry, i love you
and i could touch you more
to make myself a pretty whore
conflicted on my basic thoughts
hiding my body full of rot
it makes no greater sense to you
i never thought we'd feel so blue

(hollow angel in the sky
let me see you fly
away)

lover's hue

vampire

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