The Collected Omega Lot and the Wolf Vol.1
Overture: El Lobo Estaba en el Cuarto
Latch-key jacket
Binds His Hand
Ensnared in the hypodermic room
The needles bled a luminous liquid
and punctuated the malleable membrane
Pinprick skin
Bloodflow psychadelic
Conductive bars glowed midnite electric
Killing, numbing
20,000 pores dreamed 20,000 dreams
Black TImberwolf
He had a steel quilled pelt
Mastermolded from the room
the luminous liquid dripped from his eye
and fell from the ceiling
The Wolf was in the Room
The Wolf was in the Room
The Wolf was in the Room
Omega Lot I: Juan, Patriarch of Mongrels
Born from five generations of vagabond Lots
A Bastard of Corpulent Crooks
Born to the same providence
Nomad from Old Sod to Ribbon Farm
A Charlaton
Chisler
Conniver
Cloaked in manifold skin
With a Wolf's Sentiment
and a Dapper tongue
Lothario of 200 names
Juan was the real mccoy
The begetter of 25 children
From 24 inamorata
23 punks and the gemini twins
Eight minutes from Ophelia the girl
Omega Lot came
The last of Juan's mongrel cubs
A patriarch dead as his forebears
An undeclared delapidation
In a hollow grave
Suffered swift vengeance
The wrathful adversary vowed
He would be the destroyer of all Lot's
And the Lots will meet there fates
23 men and the Gemini twins
will lose their skin
He will kill there eyes
and bring the dark to the farthest reaches
and asphyxiate the light
Omega Lot II: Visceral Arrival and the Stone Cold Cadaver
Cozened from this writhing womb
The holy light in slit-shaped darkness
Blinding the shell of the ocular nerve
Cut slideways the cord to this room
To get out of this suffocating sarcophagus
Papercut air scratches
the throbbing corpuscles
In the clutches of the man swathed
in the shades of her blood
And a lightbulb eye
The Killing Joke being
The patriarch is gone
and the cadaver on the stained bed
is mother no more
The Other is gone
The Lamb bathed in its fetal sludge
He calls him the last
He calls him the last
He calls him the last
October 29, 1977 I: Rapists in My Home
The apparitions are coming
They wish for you and the surrogates
There swinging the axe on the pinewood door
How can we keep them from coming in
They want from me what is mine
But what is mine they'll never get
Every single thrust brings them closer to the edge
If I can make it out the back
Then they can never get in
Pack your haversack and get on foot
Rapists in My Home!
Rapists in My Home!
Rapists in My Home!
The aunts are defiled and dead and swollen
The depraved carnivores feasting on there defiled flesh
Run out of breath
And run for the woods
Shrouded in the setting sun
And they saw me leave
Through the shattered windows
October 29, 1977 II: Rapists in the Timber
Icicle toungues and Rose Thorn Switches
The dead eye stares of lanky twisted surrogate bitches
A cracked and crooked asylum at the edge of the midnight woods
Tentacle trees protrude from the ironclad firmament
Dirt speckled flick
Grinded his spinal scars
Fifteen years since his first day
Fifteen seconds since he escaped
Fifteen seconds from the rapists in the timber
The maurading cannibals, hunger for the tenderloin muscles
Panting from his foam sudded toungue
the Wolf emerged from the darkness
Like a holy sin-eater
Flesh hung off its jagged teeth
Omega made it
Sunshine reflected from black, sad eyes
5,478 noches de la profeca
Blood spills from his splintered throat
His tar filled lungs wheezing
From his asphyxiated black hole
No light escapes from the white of his glazed eyes
Debri clouds emanate
From his dingy vest
Maggots crawled from flared nostrals
And chewed on his knarled ribs
Scabs festered on the forehead cuts
Emerging from his burial ground
His father appeared as every night before and said
"Cuero-Limite las biblias en su nombre abierto y cercano
De su diamante capilla encrusted
Deje el lobo del pinchazo demostrarle la manera
Sus hermanos sufrirn como tengo
Los libros de mi entierro hablan la verdad
La afliccin es mis nios
La afliccin es los gminis hermana
El ahogarse en el lago de la sangre"
And this night, 15 years from the first dream
Ophelia appeared.
Overture: El Lobo Estaba en el Cuarto
Latch-key jacket
Binds His Hand
Ensnared in the hypodermic room
The needles bled a luminous liquid
and punctuated the malleable membrane
Pinprick skin
Bloodflow psychadelic
Conductive bars glowed midnite electric
Killing, numbing
20,000 pores dreamed 20,000 dreams
Black TImberwolf
He had a steel quilled pelt
Mastermolded from the room
the luminous liquid dripped from his eye
and fell from the ceiling
The Wolf was in the Room
The Wolf was in the Room
The Wolf was in the Room
Omega Lot I: Juan, Patriarch of Mongrels
Born from five generations of vagabond Lots
A Bastard of Corpulent Crooks
Born to the same providence
Nomad from Old Sod to Ribbon Farm
A Charlaton
Chisler
Conniver
Cloaked in manifold skin
With a Wolf's Sentiment
and a Dapper tongue
Lothario of 200 names
Juan was the real mccoy
The begetter of 25 children
From 24 inamorata
23 punks and the gemini twins
Eight minutes from Ophelia the girl
Omega Lot came
The last of Juan's mongrel cubs
A patriarch dead as his forebears
An undeclared delapidation
In a hollow grave
Suffered swift vengeance
The wrathful adversary vowed
He would be the destroyer of all Lot's
And the Lots will meet there fates
23 men and the Gemini twins
will lose their skin
He will kill there eyes
and bring the dark to the farthest reaches
and asphyxiate the light
Omega Lot II: Visceral Arrival and the Stone Cold Cadaver
Cozened from this writhing womb
The holy light in slit-shaped darkness
Blinding the shell of the ocular nerve
Cut slideways the cord to this room
To get out of this suffocating sarcophagus
Papercut air scratches
the throbbing corpuscles
In the clutches of the man swathed
in the shades of her blood
And a lightbulb eye
The Killing Joke being
The patriarch is gone
and the cadaver on the stained bed
is mother no more
The Other is gone
The Lamb bathed in its fetal sludge
He calls him the last
He calls him the last
He calls him the last
October 29, 1977 I: Rapists in My Home
The apparitions are coming
They wish for you and the surrogates
There swinging the axe on the pinewood door
How can we keep them from coming in
They want from me what is mine
But what is mine they'll never get
Every single thrust brings them closer to the edge
If I can make it out the back
Then they can never get in
Pack your haversack and get on foot
Rapists in My Home!
Rapists in My Home!
Rapists in My Home!
The aunts are defiled and dead and swollen
The depraved carnivores feasting on there defiled flesh
Run out of breath
And run for the woods
Shrouded in the setting sun
And they saw me leave
Through the shattered windows
October 29, 1977 II: Rapists in the Timber
Icicle toungues and Rose Thorn Switches
The dead eye stares of lanky twisted surrogate bitches
A cracked and crooked asylum at the edge of the midnight woods
Tentacle trees protrude from the ironclad firmament
Dirt speckled flick
Grinded his spinal scars
Fifteen years since his first day
Fifteen seconds since he escaped
Fifteen seconds from the rapists in the timber
The maurading cannibals, hunger for the tenderloin muscles
Panting from his foam sudded toungue
the Wolf emerged from the darkness
Like a holy sin-eater
Flesh hung off its jagged teeth
Omega made it
Sunshine reflected from black, sad eyes
5,478 noches de la profeca
Blood spills from his splintered throat
His tar filled lungs wheezing
From his asphyxiated black hole
No light escapes from the white of his glazed eyes
Debri clouds emanate
From his dingy vest
Maggots crawled from flared nostrals
And chewed on his knarled ribs
Scabs festered on the forehead cuts
Emerging from his burial ground
His father appeared as every night before and said
"Cuero-Limite las biblias en su nombre abierto y cercano
De su diamante capilla encrusted
Deje el lobo del pinchazo demostrarle la manera
Sus hermanos sufrirn como tengo
Los libros de mi entierro hablan la verdad
La afliccin es mis nios
La afliccin es los gminis hermana
El ahogarse en el lago de la sangre"
And this night, 15 years from the first dream
Ophelia appeared.