Eristick

He cut his face on your shadow
In love and hate's meadow
And fell down in ditches
And cried in the sun
Beyond the horizon
Whatever that reason
A white sickness watches
The end has begun

Midnight city compressed into grey
Packed, cracked window ice burns out black day
The beaten traffic howls off insect eyes
Cacogenic damp pinned to migraine skies
The tread of marked feet marching a brisk bruise
This stain parade of steel scraping its blues
Frail hope hammered down by blunted flame
A rushing twitch-white wall snaps brittle rain
Wasted change soils clouds with gutter hate
Our natures' suicides eviscerate
Dulled prayers collapse the moon from mocking sight
This sludge of rouged leaves suffocates the light

He pulled his logic
From everything tragic
And bled more magick
To cancel his heart
Beneath a red steeple
By the light of one needle
The less and less people
All come apart

Hacking water gurgles
Drowned down rusty old canals
Between the gloating stones
With the vacant and banal
A tide of masks swells past
With smells of cheap sweet smiles
And courteous lies
And other nauseous things that I despise
And so we sit alone together
Soaking up our lives
And friends that never were
That didn't care
That never found the timid souls inside
That never found the timid souls inside

We see the buildings
Stark against the sky
And full of prying eyes and rasping tongues
And cruel words and harsh goodbyes
And yet more lies
And yet more lies

The world above is stale
It makes me choke
Till hot bile rises burning throat my throat
The lighter sizzles on the foil
And I inhale
And fill my lungs with purifying smoke

Back to nothing and gloom
Back to nothing and gloom
Life is the shadows of an empty room

Back to nothing and gloom
Back to nothing and gloom
Life is the shadows of an empty fucking room

Rotting voices
Golden showers
Crack and Christ
And ripped up hours
Wide and wild the world devours
Wide and wild the world devours
Rotting voices
Golden showers
Crack and Christ
And ripped up hours
Wide and wild the world devours
And now is not the time for silver flowers
And now is not the time for silver flowers

With salt skin
Chewed glass
Cold splinter feet
This soiled love is rotting to that sound of steel
A naked stink squeals for more meat
Sacred as sin
Crimson winter speaks
The river mud plucks out shine
It is no longer ours
This spluttered current spits out a shiver
Channelled down westward
Drowning out the stars

More shards of condensed night
As we stick through another year
Our plasma pissing tongues of wounds
Our torn skin fucked with scabs of fear
Still painting sutured angel spines
Kiss blisters on each dying arm
Jagged minutes asinine
Bitter crystals
Febrile calm

More tracks in time
More tracks in time
More tracks in time
More tracks in time
Clot my apologies
Clot my apologies

This is the last dull muted drip of dream
All is undone
These hands have ripped the sky
Sliced down the sun

This is the last dull muted drip of dream
All is undone
These hands have ripped the sky
Sliced down the sun