1. GOD KNOWS WHY

The priest with the head of the goat
The goat with the voice of a man
The man who betrayed the Lord
The Lord who chopped up his veins
The veins separated from flesh
The body that lacks a soul
The soul that dwells in the darkness
The darkness heavier than coal
The coal that was food to the people
The people who worship the dog
The dog who would eat his believers
Believers who die in his throat
And God knows why
I discovered my doors to the dungeon
And God knows why
There was the thing there was
We're moths that fly toward darkness
Darkness heavier than coal
Lacks of a soul
As men who foresaw Christ's birth
And those who predicted his death
Wouldn't believe that the thing
Called a cabaret was there
Not servility and masochism
Not a million death would satisfy
The priest, the dog, the man, the lord
We're moths that fly toward darkness.


2. ALL TOO HUMAN

The dreamy-eyed thralls
Coiled in bitter angst
Torn and broken
Frayed with neurosis
All too human
All too human
I ate the shadows, the fumes, the mist
With tertullian zeal i consume my gloomy fare
And after each montanist ecstasy
I fell astray and lost the golden bough
Horrors conceived for mankind of old
Brute skeletons surround me here
The dead men's bones in smoke and mould
In the currents of life in action's storm
A stygian depth
A miasmic shroud
Metousiosis flame
The solitude of deranged
All too human
I ate the shadows the fumes the mist
Fragile mind consumes its gloomy fare
Many have claimed the throne of God
I broke His will and lost the golden bough.


3. NUMINOUS CATASTROPHY

Flux of shame and exultation
Inner intoxicating, delightful tremor
Warmth and mellowness in defeat
In it the sense of victory!
Lost all faith in inspiration
And miraculous veneration of truth
Uncontrolled and entangled
Perpetually confused
A lifeless form of life
A spiritual lust
We hunger for esoteric nourishment
Primordial prior prevailing delusion
Of salvation of the soul-
Delusions freed in malign
Inspired onslaughts of skeptics
And outer restlessness
The extinction of morality
And the spirits from the past
The harsh the powerful the impetuous
Oh the potent wretchedness!
We bear onward the banner of enlightenment
And celebrate the destruction of Christian dogma
The devious web-weavers bewilderment
As they succumb to their own malediction
The diminished and uprooted, Imago Dei
And maggots in life's bread.


4. WERE SAVIOURS BELIEVERS?

O Voltaire, O Humanity, O Nonsense

Who we are. who we abhor
Abandoned, half dead and tormented
Were the saviours believers?
Will the simpletons obey?
Whirling under the skull
Miasmic maelstroms
As his patron's eye turns away
Souls discovery
And her part in all this madness
Hope's obscurity
Will the saviours decieve us?
Spread the word
King of Jerusalem lost his crown
War! Proclaiming war!
On preachers of servility
God! Almighty God!
Now a cane for the old
Awe! Stand in awe
As the tar consumes us whole
Word! Spread the word
Poisoned ousia feeds the womb
Crawl! Wade through row
In tar lay memories of the soul
Pallbearers carrying yet another
False messiahs wreath of remembrance
Mourners marching among them
We march on... onwards.


5. SKIN

Death grins its teeth
And like a thief stalks
Devils guide, angels hide
And judge's finger seeks my eye
The light, the warmth, the knife within
The mysteries of skin
The clown, the fire, the devil, the angel
The ember and coal and the fiend
Awed and burdened
By the souls thrown into nihil
I am a rioting mob
Vengeance and imminence
And delight of fading life.


6. HOLY OPIUM

Flocking to the light like moths
They are vagrants without a home
Standing under others gates
Here fools wielding poems
Thieves and liars haggling for redemption
While me and I no longer share a conscience
One seeks to find his way. other begs to lose
Shed his clarity and stand naked as Lazarus
Leper kings of Jerusalem
Hand in hand with the czandal
Hail to the vulgar commoners
Whores, butchers, and performers
Sucking the word like an udder
To feed their posthumous selves
Man-made morality. the essence of the world
Reality made guise and virtue a delirium
The soverign made czandal. to be God be an animal
Holy opium delightful holy opium.


7. THE BLACK BILE

I saw my eyes flood with bile
Susceptible mind so easily scathed
Entrails burning with gangrene
And angst builds the devil's spider nest
The world of ghosts is not closed for us
Yet we dwell in bardo with outstretched arms
Bowing our heads as we wait to be baptized
In a great lake of gloom
In the black bile cold and dry
Filled with excess filled with angst
Melancholic waiting for mercer
Soaked in black bile cold and dry.