Tell me it's over

rusbel awaits

i've been to the surface

and nothing is there

eyelids sank muffled

in the nerve aura sound

but when she awakes

will she still be with us


my heart is darkclots

leap year is late

how did you get here

ask all but the bait

from a christ that went hissing

constricting his cells

we summon by candle by book and by bell


glossolalia coats my skin

glycerin and turbulence

stuffed the voice inside of god

mirrors to the animals


the sermon goes mourning

pricking it's hail

slothful the child

that preys on the seed

shall behead the drough

wound under sleeves

i hope you have room

in a thicket of vines


give me a moment

to clean what you've stole

the streets will hang high

stretch ribs and let taste

we'll cover the smell with silver nitrate

mending the cuts of your prosthetic faith


glossolalia coats my skin

glycerin and turbulence

stuffed the voice inside of god

mirrors to the animals


then so long

dear mnemonic

assume the form

you've given me and i'll spill


now hold on

just hold my hand

say that they made you

but you brought your own leash

tell me no more no

say i'm the last one

outside

by the drift

you read my will

of thread and itch

failure to comply

as failure to decease

and still you won't know everything

i've built the fall


sulking drained the fall of my pale will

swarming by your steps

licking the ankles of blasphemer guilts

it only meant to drape a plastic

over the stuck pig scalp of head

to cover the sock where the flatline had spread

the kiosk in my temporal lobe

is shaped like rosalyn carter

she says my map is home again

but torn face down

i have only but a million blemishes

to tell you all about

in the end they just gagged me

to make him come out


gas me the hind

of your five legged snare

tooth picks the eye

but no things there

down drags your waltz

cross the alter top

from a sleep that

depravation knew

trespass your form

i'm void of dusk

i'd ask to look

but the mask stays on


you'll levitate

teutonic print

cruelty is the wrath

of my instrument


in the end they just gagged me

to make him come out


you locked the cuffs

arsenic erupts

will you drink the shadow

of my red hair


you and your false

witness to god

you've one in the chamber

but your finger got stuck


let slip the sound

of a cry for help

but all was lost

on the night you walked


palms speak through eyes

serve your memory lost

i contaminate with insignias


in the end they just gagged me

to make him come out


glossolalia coats my skin

glycerin and turbulence

stuffed the voice inside of god

mirrors to the animals


wait till it get my hands on you

i won't forget a face that left me


just you wait

till i get my hands on you

i can't

you won't remember


unwrap my corpse

and let it thaw

in the eye of the needle

i can't get out


they'll check my wrist

i'll faint a pulse

i'm not the human

you thought i was


if you pet the night

sixth pentacle dice

if you roll the seven

st. michael dies


they'll be no ransom

don't shut my mouth

i scald the answer

you're afraid of