Dear Skin-Rozz Williams

作曲 : Gaumer, Paris, Williams Electronic babble Shove off with thine elastic attitude You condescending fuck hole, you tiny little prick You don't have the persuasion to crash down my power of hope with rationalization Tower of rubble, shovel dirt back in that open hole My soul residing? Hiding there A devilish grin of rich desire, more fire devouring flame And shame on you, rust beggar, the one I've longed for You splendid whore No gift perhaps, to reason on the lips of this sad, mad man Overtaken by a vile dream in which I tumbled to earth on my disassembled feet And you must not treat me like the others; we are not one in the same Removed, proved to be of higher honor, least the trumpets wail Fail to find release from this anchor, rancor of bullshit ties, these drownings Electronic babble Tower of rubble – shovel dirt back in that open hole No gift perhaps to reason on the lips of this sad/madman God forgive my slightly shifting lines in thought disfiguration Meat as meat… defeat the source of that which spurns thee As for me, do not mistake my misgivings as indifference to this madness that surrounds me Often time I flee from this torturous mindstyle/deathstyle reunion Just another onion head Polished meal of spine structure and jaundiced horns All the endless fragments of this distorted view of life My soul, sold… My being? Maybe Toss, turn, burn the smile that tries to waste you There is no hope in repetative warfare/nightmare but then again, who the fuck am I to care? Let us take heed of memories foretold, dear skin King of queens and Knave of nothing, I Dear skin