1. BEHIND THE GOD

Behinf the god, the father, the holy spirit
Behind the son and mother
I stand with a knife
I know you're waiting
Till I have you rot
Suffering, like flock following
God, the father, god the son, god the holy spirit
Amen


2. OVER THE CEASELESS DYING

Over the boundless multitude in time
With pulp rotting and rebellious
Over the ceaseless dying
Eternity breaks off its cry


3. PAILS OF BLOOD

Pails of blood under your white feet
Lying prostrate on your way
With my face in sticky mash
Till the heart leaps out through the throat
Waiting
Whining
Maybe you'll look


4. EVERYTHING IS A DREAM

Everything is a dream
Events a body
Solitude
The power of unity of things
In infinity of a moment of life
Everything in nothingness
In free thought
Flows
And creats the shape of thinking


5. FOUL ADDER

Foul adder between thighs
You'll feed sacredness with humility
Life'll run with blood for salvation
Like a whore her body
You'll sell your soul


6. THE WORLD'S THROAT

With a river of blood
Sweat piles of flesh
Tangled with hair in grief and wrath
In a momentary eclipse of intoxicated soul
Run into th world's throat


7. HEADS OF THE INSANE

Heads of the insane
To prove the ruin
Of a notion most sublime
Fall into a mud of ginger pulp
Where disgrace blesses them


8. ONLY WHAT'S MINE IS TRUE

Only what's mine is true
False that which owns me
Perfection's empty
It's a life in unfulfilment
In the name of god the father
God the son
God, the holy spirit
Amen


9. BAD DADDY

I'll screw and eat your naked corpse
I'll puke into livid half open lips
Hands soaked in blood I'll with white hair
The beating heart
Dirty fist into throat
I'll spit sperm into cold dead body
Bringing it to life with blasphemy


10. WHEREVER YOU'LL BE

Wherever you'll be
Ii'll be inside you
Into the blood
The spit
The heart
Into the raw body
With the same hammer
To that cross
From whiwh jesus
Has fled long ago


11. HEAD HELD HIGH

Why not finish when I want
Proud and strong
To walk away
With my head held high
Watching life flow
Onto the stones


12. NOTHING CAN STOP PROCREATION

Blasphemy flows onto lips
With phlegm
Spitting sperm into adder's nests
Virgin's scream - torn wombs
Nothing can stop procreation
Unless the foetus stiffled
By the navel - string