I am Martin Boorman Pornographer, scum Same feelings Same shiftiness I can no longer associate God in the first person Degenerate art on the walls Chroncile of morals hands on Is your TV a drag On the black list Succumber Remember a rabid festive party of drugs I think of sharp things in the morning The witness for the performance Are holding back on behalf of the friend Shear her mainstay life and armless They chew the devil's pepper I think of sharp things in the morning Sanctify Reins and bridles What do you have? Me and the dogs Lifeless and armless full of plans Suicide doors Hiroshima Sever the ends begin On the black list Succumber