1. FOLIE NOIRE

Schadenfreude or so they say
Manual scavengers dress my wounds
Thorazine brides with artificial grooms
Bathe my feet in the bosom of the this tomb
Parasitic gestures fill this room
A nest of watchful eyes
Blackened lungs for everyone
When paranoia creeps in
Glossolalia stains my skin
Hypergraphic insurrection
The depth of my reach
Carries on in parable sleep
Sleep sweet dream
Despair reigns
In the house of auto-da-fe


2. EXTERIORS

Petrine supremacy
Immutable in strength and beauty
Burgeoning great edifice
He is exalted
And circumscribed in palisades
The scaffolding holds my memories in place
Of a long forgotten history
Pure gold albatross fortress
Genius loci countless in number
Trump l'oeil guise shrouds my vices
Like emerald giants choking on diamonds
In the corps de logis
An unknown stranger appears with bended knee
Extending gifts to kiss his signet ring
Fear not perdition from me
In the houses of auto-da-fe
The only place I'd call home
There's an open door
In the room of my return
These ashes were spilled without concern
There's an open door
To the room of my return
These ashes were spilled without concern
There's an open door
To the room of no return
These ashes were spilled without concern


3. TOMBEAU

Exiled
Posthumous
But still this feeling lingers
A sad testament to the only constants
Of time and death
In coffins I'm aging
Yet still I walk the earth
In the mouths of honest men
That speak of my return
Arise and praise
We're in the houses of auto-da-fe
We clearly sacrifice in his name
Under the auspices of infinite flames
Line my grave with funeral spray and with memories
With memories of better days
Light my effigy
A beacon it may become
For safe passage through this enfilade
As they prayed in flames
Algor mortis as plain as day
I welcome death
Tailor made antibody with catafalque drapes
A resting place where spirits feign
At the notion of being saved
In my grave I lay abstract
Roam forever intact
Just to keep you reaching
Could you ever find me now
Nude like undressed wounds
Grotesque renditions of bodies in a tomb
Nude like undress wounds
Grotesque renditions a body now exhumed
The only path that I cross
Carved out and inverted
The only path that I cross
On this path I am your servant


4. APPARITIONS

And if I pull that cinch to tight
And form a capillary mist
This patient sits with a vacant hiss
I reached out to your god
Amputated at the wrist
So I haunt these grounds
For the rest of my days
Pallor and cold before my edifice
Painful and old these wounds that exude hate
Pallor and cold before my edifice
Gaze and behold as I manifest
Blinded a lens inverts the light in my direction
Did you forget to excavate
I've been hanging around
Since you dug my grave
I grew from the seeds you sewed yesterday
Locked inside this tomb
We sing this elegy
Apparitions
Pallor and cold before my edifice
Painful and old these wounds that exude hate
Pallor and cold before my edifice
Gaze and behold as I manifest
Apparitions
Welcome to my humble abode
Hail death
Hail satan
Never a soul above or below my reach or imagination
A grave mistake
Hail death


5. HIS KINGDOM IS VAST

Torn apart by your careless caress
From the hand me down jaundice
Used to write your dissent
Eyes open eyes shut pried open
From the automatic writing of your alien hand
And these bells that ring come at your own expense
A palace of no respite
And yet we're still remiss
Chalice dripping wet
His cup runneth red again
Crepitus
Rumors amidst of an empty throne
Moribund
Cicatricial changes in the pulse of this home
Cachexia
Wasting and frail in this world of shit
Dementia
Pathetic loss of the essence of self
Memories
Memories fade with his last embrace
A saber rattling
Crying scarlet tears as he whispers in your ear
I had control before you noticed me
And all your struggles I've admired
Just when the last hand rises from this grave
And Pavlov's curses have retired
You'll see their ashes stirring in the breeze
Condemned by satan's burning fires
A palace of no respite
And yet we're still remiss
A chalice dripping wet
His cup runneth red again
Rumors of an empty throne


6. STRANGERS IN THE HOUSE OF AUTO-DA-FE

Such crass design tis relentless
Now take your seat and bear witness
When up rose a flame
To burn out the path of utmost resistance
And I'm still burning with the strangers in the house of Auto-da-fe
Wondrous is the arrival come one come all
It's so great you'll never leave
Until you drink from his unliving waters
Until you cower from the sweet sick smell
Mirror neurons the lack thereof
Behold an impulse of untold desire
Synapses vespers all together whispering
These are the traits of a vacuous entity
With regret and bereavement
We share a common dream
And I'm still burning
To seek the vantage of a new day
When the emperor's new clothes won't matter
And the keys to this palace expire
There's an unseen tenant in the last ventricle
Where the shaking hands turn the clock back
To a time where I'm not connected
Asystole


7. ACACIA CROWN

Awake to the sound of a deafening cadence
Only heard by the mute
Only heard by the paralyzed arms
Who here will help the widow's son
He's at it again
Unheard rings of pitch that circumvent who's looking in
Taken back by the stench there's someone here
Hygroscopic doll eyes exchange in glance
Who here will help the widow's son
He's at it again
The traces that you left
Acacia crowns my head
An ancient syringe inoculates my death
The traces that you left
Acacia crowns my head
Can you reach the bottom
Hook line and sinker
With this ring I thee wed
A fugue of reticent plagues
Done by these idle hands
The blackest smoke
The pope is dead
And how heavy the head who wears the crown
The world is his
You belong to the flotsam
I found my way to acacia
Just along this dim lit path
Lies decrepit replicas
Of an extant past


8. CAVEAT LECTOR

Enthralled by joy from the screams of the eluent
Behold an impulse axon to amygdala
I have a dream spoken through prosthetic tongues
Betwixt the throes of reticent compulsion
Recurring themes exercised in idee fixe
Is this the antidote
Give to me give it
Obey me, I am the living word made into the flesh
Your high priest
I am the reason you're here after all
Ensued by beta stimulus
I approach offering a paradise of impending sleep
Your eyes look heavy with accents of sarcophagi
Obey me, I am the living word made into nameless graves you Won't unearth
With simple wake and funeral dirge
Do you speak in forked tongue when you read my lexicon
Delta g is on the rise when the hissing starts leaking from My ossuary
A shining city on the hill
A coda for the comatose
Dreaming not dead not sleeping
Behold and revere
We sing for the revenir
Behold and revere
Feel pulses fade when he appears
Do you speak with forked tongues when you read my lexicon
Delta g is on the rise when the hissing starts leaking from My ossuary
Beware a shining city on the hill
This is the return of auto-da-fe
This is my reprisal
I've been burning at the stake
And just when you reached for my grave
A pall of severed tongues sang in cinerary flames
Dancing on my burrow to the tune of seven plagues
When you bear the teeth of my epicedium and they dance
They dance just for me
And you might just earn my blessing should you stay
And you don't have to hold your tongue but you might just watch what you say because
This is the return of auto-da-fe
This is my reprisal
I've been burning at the stake


9. STOCKHOLM BLUES

Lugubrious with uncertain eyes
Apposite as if the sun had died
Traced in braille but not revived
Anxious and pale where his body now resides
Pull down your cloak
Because with days I grow weary
Delicate voices sing tales of sedition
Revel in his second coming
Anticrosses mark his body
Ritual act of faith
Samarra marks his fate
Delicate voices sing tales of sedition
Impenitent flame born dissident
Embrace the act of faith
Red x this is my monogram marking me for certain death
Bound hands introduce me slowly to your sanctimony
Black hands take hold my body and usher me through acrimony
There's no place to go
When you're locked inside the confines of your captors home
Stockholm familiars raising you from the dead
They won't stop
Infernal legions are erected in your monument
I have an inkling as to why you came into our home
And now that you've seen the burning
Reborn dead but not alone


10. CRESTFALLEN

Here I am shaking again
But rome wasn't built in a day
So genuflect with piss this pantomime rorschach
Gravida abrasions
Lost regalia consumes me
Crestfallen majesties
Unopposed we take the leap of faith
Unopposed bound with a length of tape
And now we wait for your return
But only see decay
Cadaveric changes
Lost regalia consumes me
Crestfallen majesties
Unopposed we take the leap of faith
Unopposed bound with a length of tape
Unopposed enough to demonstrate
Unopposed we take the leap of faith


11. LEARNING PARALYSIS

Chronic exacerbation of a focal weakness
Peripheral luxuries quicken my end
To induce a state of acute psychosis
With one foot toeing the grave
I feign the dance of death
Mirrorbox stimuli reflecting the present tense of his hands
Tell me how you survived
Listen to me
This is hell
Patience that is the key
I made my bed like a good slave
Am I to slumber agelessly
Tossing waiting anticipating
Feel the vecuronium course through your veins again
Patience that is the key in learning paralysis
Mirrorbox stimuli reflecting the present tense of his hands
Tell me how you survived
Listen to me
This is hell


12. INTERIORS

Fell a victim in the houses of auto-da-fe
You pull the keystone from my tattered home reticula
Erase the footsteps from my harlot croon ephemera
Ambassadors of blue grew retrograde in hollow tombs
I'd leave the riverbed but these trapdoors are closing in Again
Take me under again
We drink the blood of the holy ghost
To make it seem so we're not alone
Before the choir sings of contrition
From these webs weaved in attrition
Before these webs weaved in attrition
And just when the end is near
Don't fret to terry long
With great zeal spread your heart thin
And raise your glass to the pope of hell
Don't keep him waiting long
Time is a withered shell
My only son what's left to burn
My only son take care of the ashes in your urn
My only son what have you learned
Rich gits wax poor when the giver is unconcerned
And there was an illustration of catacombs
This visitor has found a home
These hypergraphic illustrations
Left behind a pale of anxious interference
Where the bodies now reside
With this crippled presentation
We define the role of our beloved patron
To reveal uncertain eyes