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Children of Iscariot


It's the following of our ways
So carry me away Palazzo
Carry me away with the 4 winged angel
Laid to rest with frostbitten cadavers
Is this what numbed me?
Sheltered convulsions
through a prison of sound
Giggled as I meltdown
our self destruct sequence is initiated
Spare the Lamb
Bow my head and weep
See the effigy burn
Laid upon the Altar of the Simulacrum
Sold the soul to Iscariot
bought myself a new face

Exoskeletal catepillers wallow in a marsh
followed a reed withered beach
A storm before the calm
Our lighthouse can't see through the fog
Bought 13 scapels in the hobby shop
Buried them into my neck,
Tripped within burning rain


And I bled out my thoughts onto a platter
Shiva, won't you come out and play?
Tell the children its a party tonight
time for the old man to go into his iron lung
Respirate on nicotine air, father its all right
No one cares anymore for the stillborn
Throw their spliced fetus' on the floor
Aquire wanderlust to travel into nothingness
Down a path made from old ones worn feet
Marionettes hung on with spider silk
Choked with their barbwire collars
We can dance on the ash
spilled forth from the flame

An' I think I need a Holiday, an escape from this place,
A hole to crawl into, a way out of time and space

It's my End of Days