ANNIE THE UNFORTUNATE

What does a whore need buttons for?
Open the goddamn door
I could pop your eye out

So unfortunate
Humiliated in every possible way

All my dreams are of cutting you
In ways that will make you useless 
Useless to any man

You burn in your own flame

Oh well, its a familiar pain for Annie

Annie the Unfortunate
Annie

The last word counts for nothing 
Only inflicted pain counts for something

Annie the Unfortunate
Annie



FOUR WALLS AND HEAVY AIR

Aimless hours
Coffin nails
Vain observance
Graveyard flowers

One-note song
Coffin shut
Trapped desire
A life gone wrong

Four walls and heavy air
The smell is unbearable



BOTTOMFEEDER CENTRAL

Its a long story, so Ill just start in the middle
I have set some lousy traps
Of odd parts stuck together
But somehow they must have worked
For none of you have healed completely
For the hearts leak perfectly 

Loud and nasty traps
Horrible and wide
Perfect display 
Of collapsing smiles 

I have seen dragging feet so eager to reach bottomfeeder central that they almost shattered to a standstill 

I have eagerly awaited smoke and heat to emanate from my traps 

Worm city alleys
Horrible and wide
Righteous pig field 
Of collapsing smiles 



YOUR WORLD IMPLODING

You think youre everything
Pure tears shed in your footprints
Youre nothing

None can prove me wrong
Fool
Dog

Not all who hate is lost

Enraged well beyond any previous matter
The whole foundation is shaking this time
Pain, rebirth and the merits of the latter
Theres no helping hand for human slime

Does it hurt when the helping hand is only broken fingers? Does it hurt?

The chokehold doesnt miss a trick



HEARTLESS RULE

Look at you
The little man
The suckling pig

Its a heartless rule

Nothing else trembles but you
Youre like a falling leaf knowing its heading for the gutter

Its a heartless rule

Look at you
The little man
The suckling pig



FROM HIS SHACKLES

Soundscape shatters blissful ignorance. Beneath
The surface lie systems long forgotten,
Which are now considered esoteric, indeed.
A master dead and scorned when one oughtnt,
He is a sage and thus from his shackles freed.
The novice barely dare step where he has trodden,
For while century changed to millennium,
We still look back towards Byzantium.



TIRED STABS

Theres no mystery
Only tired stabs 



THEY ARE SWINE

Theyll dazzle your eyes
Swine mass lies 

The poor swine cries

Theyre a blade to your neck

Swine



7 KNOTS ON THE STRING OF LIFE

Deeming the self dishonored
Failing the I wholly 
Assigning value to nothing 
Tracing the untraceable 

Raging patience
Boundless faith
Tired sayings
Sorely disappointed 

You cancel each other out 

Maimed lights piling up
Cancelling each other out  


