4. Miranda, that Ghost Just Isn't Holy Anymore
A. Vade Mecum
B. Pour Another Icepick
well i've always wandered
to wakeless reunion
but i never knew I
had a tongue without
walls trapped in on meaning
dimwits, they make or break you,
and under fire and sky, their fits of boots
but the temper is scaling
through inane ravings scaling
through an ice-pick of abscessed reckoning
and when miranda sang
everyone turned away
used to the noose, they obey
and whoever said that they will scatter,
separating the mother from child?
she can bat her broken eyelid
raining maggots from the stye
with the traces that she leaves
she will skin you out alive
all the children go grinding their jaws
the sweet smell of their toothless canals
in a mansion oblate
make an ocean from this lake
as they syphon off all of your...
and when miranda sang
everyone turned away
used to the noose, they obey
C. Pisacis (Phra-men-ma)
and when miranda sang
everyone turned away
used to the noose, they obey
and when miranda sang
everyone turned away
used to the noose, they obey
D. Con Safo
Cassandra Gemini
A. Tarantism
I think I'll become one of the others
I think I'll become one of the others
I think I'll become one of the others
There was a frail serum dripping off his lap-danced lapel, punctuated by her decrepit brow. She washed down the ashen desert, soft as a mane of needles. His orifice icicles hemmoraghed by combing her torso to the pile... defiled. The trophy shelves make room for his collapse. She was a mink hand job in sarcophagus heels.
B. Plant a Nail in the Navel Stream
bring me to my knees
bring the sharpened knife
off my arms
bled me blind
thought police in shadows
spilling from maudlin, slits the wrist
you'll falter now
I've sworn to kill
every last one
every last one
panic in the shapes of the wounded
panic in the ones on the floor
and out of your mouth and out of your eyelids
no, there's no light
in the darkest of your furthest reaches
no, there's no light
in the darkest of your furthest reaches
and all your dreams
splintered off
leech the leech
on this catafalque
anyone will tell you
yes, anyone can tell
you're setting
a trip-wire alarm
your world reflected
with disease
will skin my costume
by its navel stream
panic in the shapes of the wounded
panic in the ones on the floor
and out of your mouth and out of your eyelids
no, there's no light
in the darkest of your furthest reaches
no, there's no light
in the darkest of your furthest reaches
no, there's no light
in the darkest of your furthest reaches
no, there's no light
in the darkest of your furthest reaches
shockless shackles free you
[bold-face comes]
I better leave you again,
I won't be owned, not this time
shockless shackles free you
[boldface comes]
I better leave you again,
I won't be owned, not this time
thank you.
A. Vade Mecum
B. Pour Another Icepick
well i've always wandered
to wakeless reunion
but i never knew I
had a tongue without
walls trapped in on meaning
dimwits, they make or break you,
and under fire and sky, their fits of boots
but the temper is scaling
through inane ravings scaling
through an ice-pick of abscessed reckoning
and when miranda sang
everyone turned away
used to the noose, they obey
and whoever said that they will scatter,
separating the mother from child?
she can bat her broken eyelid
raining maggots from the stye
with the traces that she leaves
she will skin you out alive
all the children go grinding their jaws
the sweet smell of their toothless canals
in a mansion oblate
make an ocean from this lake
as they syphon off all of your...
and when miranda sang
everyone turned away
used to the noose, they obey
C. Pisacis (Phra-men-ma)
and when miranda sang
everyone turned away
used to the noose, they obey
and when miranda sang
everyone turned away
used to the noose, they obey
D. Con Safo
Cassandra Gemini
A. Tarantism
I think I'll become one of the others
I think I'll become one of the others
I think I'll become one of the others
There was a frail serum dripping off his lap-danced lapel, punctuated by her decrepit brow. She washed down the ashen desert, soft as a mane of needles. His orifice icicles hemmoraghed by combing her torso to the pile... defiled. The trophy shelves make room for his collapse. She was a mink hand job in sarcophagus heels.
B. Plant a Nail in the Navel Stream
bring me to my knees
bring the sharpened knife
off my arms
bled me blind
thought police in shadows
spilling from maudlin, slits the wrist
you'll falter now
I've sworn to kill
every last one
every last one
panic in the shapes of the wounded
panic in the ones on the floor
and out of your mouth and out of your eyelids
no, there's no light
in the darkest of your furthest reaches
no, there's no light
in the darkest of your furthest reaches
and all your dreams
splintered off
leech the leech
on this catafalque
anyone will tell you
yes, anyone can tell
you're setting
a trip-wire alarm
your world reflected
with disease
will skin my costume
by its navel stream
panic in the shapes of the wounded
panic in the ones on the floor
and out of your mouth and out of your eyelids
no, there's no light
in the darkest of your furthest reaches
no, there's no light
in the darkest of your furthest reaches
no, there's no light
in the darkest of your furthest reaches
no, there's no light
in the darkest of your furthest reaches
shockless shackles free you
[bold-face comes]
I better leave you again,
I won't be owned, not this time
shockless shackles free you
[boldface comes]
I better leave you again,
I won't be owned, not this time
thank you.