The lynch mob (?) from 

the infinite hole

as judged (?) 

(?)

to crucify venus in cinemascope

the narcotic preachers are happy


high priest the mesmorous 

the soul auctioneer

sells scorpion tightropes 

while suffer on fear

his necropolis uses 

the scourge of the queer

he is married to the truth-incinerator


there are hands in my pockets 

pulling at my spine

eggs bearing insects 

hatching in my mind

the stones in my shoes 

get sharper all the time

in the soft sick underbelly

in the carcass of these times


i fly in my head leaving terminal narcosis

a poisoned mind will make you blind

beware of trojan horses

a dead head,

a blunt needle

you've broken your wings

you've lost your demon


drop the bomb,

spread the virus

marxist priests teach defiance

change through violence


there are hands in my pockets 

pulling at my spine

eggs bearing insects 

hatching in my mind

the stones in my shoes 

get sharper all the time

in the soft sick underbelly

in the carcass of these times


you've broken your wings 

you've lost your demon

you've broken your wings you've lost your demon

you've broken your wings you've lost your demon

demon

demon

demon

demon