God Love Me

I have food, I have roof
I have a bottle of wine and assurance that one day I’ll die.
I have woman, I have kin,
I have a credence in grievance and the stubbornness to keep it within

And God loves me.

I don’t believe in you, I do not fear you,
But I do love you,
And if you came to me I would neither blame you, nor ask you why.

You let the blood flow,
You let my love go,
You let the earth quake,
You let my heart brake.

And God loves me.

I have conscience, I have cock,
And the two of them communicate politely with Aphrodite on top

I have shoes, I have roamed,
I’ve been divorced, beheaded, died,
Then I did it all again, but this time survived.

And God loves me.

Yes I will be your friend,
If you can assure my end,
Is shrouded in white and good.
And I would offer you forgiveness for the the symptoms of you business and so...

You let the blood flow,
You let my love go,
You let the earth quake,
You let my heart brake.

And God loves me.


Fields and Birds and Things

There once was death,
But now there’s love,
And fields and birds and things,
So take me in your thighs.


Men Will Hang

Men will hang us by our souls,
We won’t be spared,
But at least you’ll be there.

Take my hand babe,
Hold tightly,
No one can save us,
But at least we had Vegas.

Don’t scream, don’t cry,
Show no fear,
When watching them bury,
All we built when we were kids.

We will avenge al they took from our hearts,
We will regrow like a rose through the snow,
Just never forget the time we had at the beach

It was good and it was sad,
Armies will rise up from the love we forgot.


Kicking and Screaming

And my feet, ripped, from the ground,
As I ran and hid within the crowd,
From the sun which shook the horizon,
But the Medusa head of the night was rising,
And I fled to a cave and prayed for sleep,
But the scorn of the dawn was beginning to seep
And the day break broke me like a little twig,
And with an ounce of strength I continued to live
And the ouroborus clocks continued to chime
And Ra made it clear that my soul was not mine,
Not mine,
I will still go kicking and screaming,
With my head high and a hat.


Dine Alone

You’ll hear a full choir,
Singing your death lullaby,
But you won’t mind,
And you won’t

But you’ll dine all alone,
With your food purified,
And you’ll dine all alone,
With me by your side,
And you’ll dine on your own.

You’ve lost your words,
And we’re left with but three,
That we love you,
That we love.

(This seisure will not cease her,
but will appease the seas,
that whisper out for bodies.)

But you’ll dine all alone,
With your food purified,
And you’ll dine all alone,
With me by your side,
And you’ll dine on your own.

But you’ll dine all alone,
Through a tube they provide,
And you’ll dine all alone,
All those thoughts locked inside,
And you’ll dine on your own.

But you’ll dine all alone,
You house unoccupied,
And you’ll dine all alone,
Nothing left to hide,
And you’ll dine on your own.

But you’ll dine all alone,
With a spear through your side,
And you’ll dine all alone,
Still the queen of our pride,
And you’ll dine on your own.

Lying Ahull

I believe that your good,
And for just once that I was good,
But hell will follow with me,
So let me be the rocks that you throw yourself onto.

I believe that I should,
Be the man that you can hate,
But a storm is brewing in hell,
So let me be the mouth that sucks upon your perfect bones.

Once I’ve ripped out your soul you’ll see why I and you have no love to give.
So now we can fight for the custodial rights of our demon spawn.

I believe the flood could,
Rise above our sinking ship,
So alight to a nearby roof,
When days have made us weak,
We can feast on each other like lovers should.

I believe that blood should,
Flow regardless of the war,
But hell befriends us at birth,
So make you peace with death,
And regress to the womb where we first met.

Once I’ve ripped out your soul you’ll see why I and you have no love to give.
So now we can fight for the custodial rights of our demon spawn.

Once I’m safe, tucked up upon the moon,
I will admit that I loved you.


The Wonderful Adventures of Lucy and I

Lucy was six when she lost another tooth,
So we buried it by by the side of the path,
We did not know what would grow,
But the sun shone and so we continued,
And of corse picture snow.

The trees, oh the trees,
But she wanted to leave,
So I ripped from her all that she knew,
“Don’t tell your mother,
I’m sure she knows that we love her,
But we can leave our bodies right here in the woods.”

I’ll show you a place doll,
It’s warm and it’s moist doll,
And we entered the belly of the beast.
She gasped at the statues that loomed down and thank us,
As they tore of our clothes with their teeth.
And her tears tasted of acid,
As Lucy groped at the flaccid,
And the bliss dripped out from all of her wounds.
With a tidal wave of peace,
She extended those teeth,
And penetrated that belly of the beast.

When the time came to leave,
I said “Lucy don’t grieve”,
And we regurgitated back to the woods.
We emerged in a clearing,
But the darkness was steering,
Lucy’s thoughts back to where we just left.
The flowers were plucked,
As the dissonance struck,
She deconstructed herself from the earth.
I said “I know what you crave,
Is the grave that you made,
From all I showed you, so yes we can go back”

She stamped and she clapped,
And churned through the hollers ,
The would tear through those trees with her bliss,
She said “Oh boy and oh boy,
How swell gracious hell,
This time I will really contort,
You must come with me Johnny,
For I know that your longing,
This time you will never come back.”
I thought of her mother whom I loved like no other,
As I slipped down the crack in the earth,
I’ll show you a place doll,
It’s warm and it’s moist doll,
And we entered the belly of the beast.


More Love and Death

It's joyous and it's awful,
This bleak that I have brought you,
But it's yours and it was mine to give.
My wrath and my tether,
Have teamed up together,
To love you through and through.
 
I'll wield a great big stick like a sword,
And I'll chase all the birds from your grave,
I'm so brave,
And them I'll eat them.
I'll run naked through the street,
And I'll scare all the children,
Just to grovel at your feet, 
And to taste your forgiveness.
 
Loving you is much, much better than death.
 
I'll dress up all cute,
In a bumble bee suit,
And when you hint at a smile,
I'll lunge for your loins.
And if you feel you must beat me,
Or simply mistreat meet me,
Then let me know and I'll tie myself up.
 
I'll hold you so tight,
I'll give your eyes pretty names,
And I'll follow you in the night just to
see you in court.
I'll send you letters every day,
From the cell where I stay,
That I'll soil in different ways,
And tattoo your face on my cock.
 
Loving you is much, much better than death.


Love Will Hunt You Down

I made my home in this deep, dark well,
But was evicted by the high priestess,
The city spews out all its priceless charms,
Expelling patience for the dark old dogs.
 
Now my illness blooms with resentful peace,
Now banished to the light.
 
And it turns out love will hunt you down,
And it turns out love will hunt you down,
Like a crook, like a boar,
Like a whale washed up upon the shore.
 
Now this deep, dark well may be consumed in dark,
But this new love has the potential for death,
Forcing resolute of a proper man,
Capable of anything including deep, fresh wounds.
 
Now this soul was saved, but against its will,
And trembles naked for them all to judge.
 
And it turns out love will hunt you down,
And it turns out love will hunt you down,
Like a crook, like a boar,
Like a whale washed up upon the shore.
 
I made my home in this deep, dark love,
Simply left to pray that love won’t send me back,
To the deep, dark well where I found my name.


Piece by Piece

Break me down piece by piece,
And sculpt my bones at will.
Fuel my rebirth with my fathers words,
Dismantled from my blood.
And help yourself to all my stuff,
And eat the food before it rots.

And give me form,
Just like a boulder or, or a rock.
And place me in the cave,
For all to see,
Another stalagmite never me.
And hand out souvenirs,
of a lovely day out.

So now my dear old friend,
Remove all these swelling strings,
That indulge sentimental beasts,
In me.

Remove this self-obsessive need,
To sing about my own death.
As the executer just let me bleed,
I commission you to let me be.

Twist my sins into arbitrary things,
Precariously perched upon their plinth.
Bend these works into abstract works,
Assembled out of random stuff.

We know worse things have happened at sea,
We know the truth with set us free.
Yes we’ll turn our frowns upside down,
But not before were in the ground.

And give me form,
Just like a boulder or, or a rock.
And place me in the cave,
For all to see,
Another stalagmite, never me.
And hand out souvenirs,
of a lovely day out.


Little Prayer No. 14

Now that you you're gone,
Please tell me that I'm wrong,
For loving you,
For not loving you