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Commissioner of Sewers
01:22
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River of shit and the best wines flow
Rivers, tributaries, anything grows
The riverbanks are overwhelmed
Something glistens by the shore
Treasure it, knee deep in shit
Shit to grow the spartan rose
Please provide the fodder, suckers
I'll revel in it
I'll crack the constipation
Be a burning laxative
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Hung, drawn yet shorter
01:19
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Get back to nature - what's natural?
A terrible gravity or the lightest day?
Being living dead or dying to feel alive?
Don't spare the horses - keep your stable full
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Nightmares on Crack St.
02:14
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Ah, that lovely sky - all innocent blue
Love of a mother, lovers muff smothering you
The twisting roads and roofs of man
Words of a father and the others, best laid plans
One who laughs and beats his brow
Fills these gaps with a brutal happiness
Hah. Ho. A cracked epiphany
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Mouth to Anus
01:20
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Vital holes, spit roast
Ever had that feeling of shish?
The chilling beauty of marbled meat - skewered
Suspended above a red-hot pit - transfixed
On a greasy stick
Little more than a morsel I admit
Marinade, make a meal of you yet
Vital holes, spit roast, then done
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Rotting, turning green
How are you so icy blue?
This conscience, a c-word I'll live to regret
To lie and fume
A kindness - a cruelty times two
To give a shit, yet to admire
Those who can dance in cement shoes
To punch without weight
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In Reverence
07:34
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You have betrayed
You are no friend
I wish I could see but I can't
You let it die
Maybe we'll meet in the next life
Maybe I'm dreaming
Forever bleeding through time
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Left for dead at a glance of you
Like a dead saturday might crush in a sea of liars
In the final hope below zero in blue
Black hole love of an empire crush
She kissed my wrists, slashed
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Lips like Suicide
01:18
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Don't look back into the eldritch black
Don't look down at the bonecrushing ground
Don't gaze too far, towards distant stars
Conserve thyself
You be wanting a fat corpse?
And who the hell are you?
Bank of Cthulhu?
Lips, slits, wrists
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Chatter of Slimy Teeth
05:16
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Smell the mourning - ghoul warning
Shunning what is fresh, gnawing those put to rest
A choice and a contradiction
Haunt the dead - hate the living
The fat ghouls moan and chew the bones
Sucking on marrow, salivating tallow
Undeadly thirst, ready to burst
From the yelps and the yawns
Something wicked is born
Ever seen a ghoul disgorge?
Something wicked is born
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