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Friday, December 12, 2008

Paegan Love Song





Dying felt so goddamn good today

If I was ever alive well it's hard to say
It was kissing my eyelids and burning my face away
Dying felt so goddamn good today
We dance the electric Pagan Love Song
We hunt with the children paling in the catacombs
Eating dead flowers bleeding in a strange daze
I was cutting throats and eating tears
Smiling in a ruined age
Douse my love everything with gasoline
Grave flower blooms at your red light death scene
We dance the electric Pagan Love Song
We hunt with the children paling in the catacombs
Trippin' on real blood in strange sunshine
Have you felt such weight upon your eyes
Sister I been trippin' in your sky
I woke up adrift in a Technicolor bliss
Ten million miles high
I'm a Christian zombie by daylight
Satan, he come trippin' 'round midnight
Circle jerkin' redneck truckers' dream
You scream, I scream
Everybody screams for morphine
I won't love you, mama, I just fiend your morphine... your morphine
We send, the love, to the skull
I am the mother, the father, the killer
Forever and ever all right
I am the shapeless, the deathless, remorseless
Forever and ever tonight
I'm feelin' hollow again
I am the mother, the father, the killer of light
I'm gonna cut you motherfucker, God's cocksucker
all right
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We wanna see some blood
We need a new whore
We don't give a fuck
We just want more
Blood, we want blood

I'm gonna fuck the hole in Kennedy's head
Revolt, deface, resist
Push the button
Legalize freedom

Let's shoot the president
Rape the queen
And feel the flowers breathe again
Inside this dead machine

Swimming into nowhere
Thrill kill avenue,
Cutting her slowly
Liberty, she crawls to me

I slept the last mile on our way to endsville
Shove it inside her, spectro-trippin on
I slept the last mile on our way to endsville

Spread your legs, don't look at me
Cut me, rape me, make me free
Breeders screaming, dreaming bloodless
For the loveless

White sound, oceans of dreams
I won't be another number on the screen
Shhh, I wanna hear you scream
I won't be another number

White sound, jet black scream
Vomiting this cold mass of hate
I'm gonna push my love
Through her skull
Through her

I have heard abortion stories from the leather nun
Holding hands with dead girls, hiding from the sun
I did a line
I did a line
I did a line
I did a line

The lines that define begin to gray and fade now
We shoot out the lights and swallow razor blades
I feel nothing for the meat that came before
Liberty, she crawled to me playing the whore