I HEAR THE TRUMPETS
OF GOD
BLASTING THROUGH THE HAZE.
I AM BLINDED
TO US ALL
IN OUR DECAY AND DISINTEGRATE.
THE SHINE
OF YOUR LIGHTS
MAKES MY BODY WANT TO THROB.
I WANT TO BREAK
I WANT TO FUCK
I WANT TO MOB.
You remind me
Of teeth spread on the curb.
You think yourself as angel meat fallen
But you're flies pooling out in spurts.
Brain-dead needing affirmation,
We meet your power-trip with brick.
Mouth under foot, lift your empty skull, ask
HOW'S IT GONNA FEEL TO BE COVERED IN YOUR SHIT?
I HEAR THE GATES OF HEAVEN CRASH.
THE FATHER HAS BEEN KILLED.
SEND OUT THOSE GOD-DAMNED ANGELS
CLAD IN BLOOD-SMEARED SHIRTS OF FRILLED.
THE BEAMS
OF YOUR LIGHTS
MAKE THE SOUNDING OF A POP.
I WANT TO BREAK
I WANT TO FUCK
I WANT TO MOB.
You remind me
Of a dead fly in the lotion.
Insignificant, infested
Piggish, maggot-brained emotion.
It seems i've confused your angel wings for flies'
But they are one and the same.
The answer remains constant when i ask,
HOW'S IT GONNA FEEL WHEN YOUR BODY'S FULL OF SHAME?
YOU'VE EATEN YOURSELF ALL UP.
YOU'VE EATEN YOUR BODY UP.
YOU'VE EATEN YOUR GLORY UP.
I SEE YOU,
DRESSED IN BLACK,
YOUR FLIES EAT YOUR FACE.
QUIVERING
AT THE THOUGHT OF YOUR
ENSHRINEMENT IN YOUR PLACE.
NOTHING
TO COMBAT YOUR EYES,
OPPRESSIVE AS A COP.
I WANT TO BREAK
I WANT TO FUCK
I WANT TO MOB.