1. Seven Tentacles And Eight Flames

I'm mesmerized, a servant of the light, servant to the
red and blue, the green, yellow and white. They linger
in so lovingly to songs so gay i SCREAM!!! brighter
than the stars themselves and sweeter than ice cream.
the masses meld, the titans come, a crowd torn asunder
to a quivering mass, they smile down to me and devour
my face and hEAD!!!!! and everything - was washed
away, i was bathed in a light screaming i won't break!
WHITE!!!!! PUREST LIGHT!!! clean again but limited.
aahhgfhgkuuuuuuukgfffffkluklyfj!!!!!! illu min ated
hun gry smiles ca ter pillars and croc o diles light
bulb flash pulse bright night bright light- everyone's
fucked THINGS NEVER CHANGE just re-arrange like a
suicide it's do or die IT'S COMING DOWN AGAIN like a
grain of sand it's in your eye now you're blind.


2. Cutsman

[Intro:]
What's that? (Fire from the gods)
I don't know.
Power glove...

THAT LITTLE BASTARD,
with his tricks and vile forms of play
hacking shaving slicing mutillating
all that gets before him,
all that gets in his way.

comin around down the stairs
wood cracked beneath my feet
my hand slid across the rail
collecting dust on my finger tips
i came into a dark room,
the smell of wet stone of many years
then there was a bubonic retards blank empty stare

LITTLE ANDROID MAN
HALF THE SIZE THAT I AM
SCISSORS ON HIS HEAD
SCCCIIISSSOOORRRRSSSSS ON HIS FUCKING HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Little android man
born without a soul
without that force of reason
the scissors took control.
Little android man
born without a heart
if he's in your vicinity he'll cut you apart!

Here he comes
bring it down
it's just a game
Don't look back
he's right behind
and here's my piece of mind.

(cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut)

little android man,
born without a soul
without the voice of reason
the scissors took control!
little android man,
born without a heart
if hes in your vicinity
he'll cut you apart.

Counting it down until your death counts on his fingers..
1 2 3 4

LITTLE ANDROID MAN
NEVER- NEVER - NEVER TRUST
A LITTLE ANDROID MAN
HE'LL CUT CUT CUT CUT

[Outro:]
jeez, I love the power glove. It's so bad...


3. In The Wake Of The Bunt

debris, dirt disease, we've been brought to our knees,
anything and everything is torn away. our world turned
upside down and torn to the ground, shaking thanking
god for surviving this day. IN THE WAKE OF THE BUNT!
tattered masses digging through the remains of the
lives come and gone. that elusive light broken and
reborn a brotherhood combines by the fury in our eyes.
giant, looming all consuming the bunt strikes like
lightning citizens feel fear! The world turned upside
and and torn to the ground shaking, thanking god for
surviving this day. IN THE WAKE OF THE BUNT! hearts
aflame- we call the name -of justice- and nothing
more. strike up the song- and scream along- vengeance
will be ours-THIS TIME IT'S WAR! we set upon its
quivering mass and at last the moment has come shaking
voices cry as innocents die avenging their poor broken
homes with fury and violence we strike down she who
defies us-bodies reach a horrible sum then its
horrible eyes lock on our thighs like they were
appetizers in a feast to come. THEN OPENS THE MAW OF
THAT WRETCHED BEAST!!! dear god help us it wants to
consume us eating the flesh of those on the hunt
peeling skin from my bones i want to go home..... dun
dun dun dun In the wake of the bunt! x2 we set upon
its quivering mass and at last the moment has come
shaking voices cry as innocents die avenging their
poor broken homes with fury and violence we strike
down she who defies us-bodies reach a horrible sum
then its horrible eyes lock on our thighs like they
were appetizers in a feast to come.


4. Stabbers Of The Knife, By Kenny Pelts

warm flesh and oh so smooth skin TWINS a sun and moon
I could have been anything leading the armies of the
free or building the great elaborate id. but one of
them i dared to love so long without defense my eyes
went white and blind. now i know -only two, two
wretched sisters fucking-lying sisters woe and hate.
the ghost of a carcass, chipped away its morsels RED +
WET losing warmth RED + WET cleaved, hacked from my
back RED + WET yielded from me by a stabber of the
knife. THRUSTING/ PUSHING/ FORCING/ SPREADING/ THE
HEART/ OF ME/ CONCEPTUAL KNIVES/ COLD INSIDE/ FUCKING
ME/ KNIVES/ FUCKING ME/ THRUSTING/ PROBING/ DEEPLY/
SLOWLY/ FROM HER/ SWEET RIGID DEVICE and one of them i
dared to love so long without defense my eyes went
white and blind my eyes went white and blind my eyes
went white and blind. TO ALL THIS i SPIT AND LEER,
CHEERING VAGUE OBScENITIES IN AN EMPTY ROOM..... ON A
DIRTY FLOOR.... WRITING PAGAN POETRY ON MY BIRTHDAY
CARD, ANOTHER DAMN BIRTHDAY CARD SPLINTERS.... WRITING
HOLIDAY COMMENTARY.


5. Bunnies

And a beef will rise again, broken machine in his hand.
Ten words: snapping bunnies twitching gurgling forget the bombs in your eyes.

Roaring with whispers to the tiny bunnies SMASH/SPLAT those fucking bunnies.

Send them information in a sensationalist manner, THEY CORRUPT.
Heads snapping and misspelling eyes twitching in response to the sound of the words.
Red world-like words zooming boiling.
Moons in the shallow sky.

Roaring with whispers to the tiny bunnies SPLAT/SQUISH those fucking bunnies.
Twitching bleeding screaming bring the hammer down.
Screaming bunnies bleeding bloody bunnies smeared across the ground.
Drool spilling down his chin unto his beard as he screams red words at a blank and pointless sky of mothers.
Red words popping and crackling black.

Ten words: snapping bunnies twitching gurgling forget the bombs IN YOUR EYES.
Forget the bombs in your eyes.
Speak the words to crack open the sky


6. Purple

Sweet sweet pain- like a thundercloud but tears are
rain full fists slapping thudding BANGING RAGING
wanting not to be weak with woe empty hands-she's on
the floor on the floor she SLAMS her empty hands like
thunder it rings in her ears slapping thunder
splashing in the puddles of her tears lungs heaving
from the crashing dying dreaming that was ripped from
her heart while BEATING and dropped all red and sloppy
here, on this clean tile floor. Now there is a hole
inside, where the ghosts and demons hide, whispering
white wilting words of woe, hungry ugly crunchy
things, HORRIBLE NASTY PERVERTED THINGS. in her head
her mother whispers "spreading like a whore". weeping
wilted pile heaving. weak with tears and dead with
dreaming, wanting to be wanted and wanting nothing
more.


7. Handsome Shoved His Gloves

a pencil drawn line of fire smoking birds in a
downward spiral trails of charcoal trails of gray half
burnt feathers the eagle crash-landing now. as scary
as bees with the heads of raccoons, we seem to have
split the embryo too soon. shape shifters bulging
splitting reveal the underneath flaming stars, falling
sky falling on me. shape shifter splays his face again
a terrible bargain smoking birds dropping from the sky
plummeting PLUMMETING! -and handsome shoved his
gloves, with a fist he fed you reasons, brought you
down from up above, made you strong but left you
kneeling......this circuitry works best...........this
circuitry works best..........this circuitry works
best.... -and handsome shoved his gloves, with a fist
he fed you reasons, brought you down from up above,
made you strong but left you kneeling.


8. The Immense Defecation Of The Bunt

This suffering must come to and end! These razors
within me must be expelled! Whoever dreamed such a
glorious dream, that a tremendous expulsion could
bring me such joy? The release of the pressure, an end
to the suffering, a warm, moist feeling as I leave you
behind. The glorious emptiness within me brings tears
to my eyes, but now it must be filled with the giver
of life. Gorge myself with its sweetness, keep it all
for myself. There is none left for you, I am not yet
complete. I must devour you as well, your life's blood
will become a part of me. Become a part of me, for I'm
the almighty Bunt.


9. Pol's Voice

Its name mocks its silence, a worthless beast born to
violence ears and whiskers flapping as its yellow
flesh comes slapping across the rank filth of this
ancient subterranean floor. its hate knows no bounds
as its home knows no sounds (but the)
FLAPPING-SLAPPING-SPLATTING OF ITS- YELLOW- FLESH. *i
am the herald of light* I withdraw a shining glory, a
single loving-end of story, the only weakness, a grace
like wings, my bow sings. *UNLEASHED* and in the
silver light my arrows take flight *UNLEASHED* splits
pols voices head and spills its thoughts and dreams
*UNLEASHED* in crimson red across this floor
*UNLEASHED* a host of yellow bodies comes crashing to
my feet NEAT! A HoSt oF sLapPinG YellOW BodieS cOMEs
CrAsHINg iN cRImsoN PIles A HoSt oF sLapPinG YellOW
BodieS cOMEs CrAsHINg iN cRImsoN PIles A HoSt oF
sLapPinG YellOW BodieS cOMEs CrAsHINg iN cRImsoN PIles
A HoSt oF sLapPinG YellOW BodieS cOMEs CrAsHINg iN
cRImsoN PIles RUNNING AWAY RUNNING AWAY RUNNING AWAY
FROM YOUR OWN VOICE RUNNING AWAY RUNNING AWAY RUNNING
AWAY FROM POLS VOICE! SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE!
SILENCE!


10. Big Blue Violence

.....and on came a dawn..... YOU THOUGHT I'D SAY DYING
BLACK but i saw burning red, YOU THOUGHT I'D SAY DYING
BLACK but i saw burning red, YOU THOUGHT I'D SAY DYING
BLACK but i saw burning red. it was all pedal down
full speed anticipation- burning my belly, the scent
and the hunger- waves crashing through amber coasts,
twilight drives pacify ........and then ignite. all
the stars gave way to a big blue violence, all the
stars gave way to a big blue violence, everything like
a gem perfect like we've always wanted. in the crack
of dawn ocean air told me things, this was what i had
been waiting for, HER DO OR DIE APPEALED TO MY
SENSIBILITIES, APPEALED TO ME- LIKE A SMACK, That's
right-do or die, i came back different