I want to see a red light No salvage wanted Don't want your damage to none I'm gone away I watch it dead to rights No way out
Black tar play doe Tarmac pavement Part time hobo In place on nostromo
Slipping down the step stone Partial as your statements Faceless septum On charcoal angels
Strip it down to bones In pride Inside just like silent tone No ring But strain Never pluck No Hertz Just stuck mane Inside of duct tape
Flogging horses twisting silent Trial torsion Instinct Honest Always stick inside them Wall of Post it mortem
Sleep inside a chapel Run and hide when bitches get got The Taste of terpentine and mercury is distant And knots are tied on dreary arms No battieres to carry on Imbalance in material Severe is when they fuck it up