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The Moonlight Gleams off of the Street
In Front of the Ol’ Mavis Suites.
A Stalker Stands Silent in Shadow A Shined Shoe Taps impatiently
He Takes a Cigar out from his Pocket Lights it and Listens to Cries of Forgotten Mothers who can’t Feed their Babes And Fathers who Toil in Caves.
One Last Long Deep Drag, Red Embers Burn Bright He Flicks the Butt to a Puddle that Swiftly Ignites As the Blaze Traces Back to its Source
The Flames Catch on and Burst Forth.
Nobody Noticed, As the Flames Climbed each Floor Nobody Noticed, As the Halls filled with Smoke Nobody Noticed, Until it was Too Late
The Alarm Wires Lay Cut
The Sprinklers all Hang Clamped Shut
The Phone Lines all Dead as they Come
The Windows had all been Nailed Shut
And the Flames, were so High They Lit up the Night Sky
And the Smoke, was so Thick One Breath and you were Sick
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Taking Up Serpents
04:25
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A Small Wooden Church
Just Outside of Town
About to Burst
As they Clap and they Sing And they Shake Until they Fall to the Ground
A Tall White-Haired Man
Lifts a Jar of Turpentine
Under Lantern Light
The Liquid does Sparkle Like Water Yet to Wine
A Salvation Cocktail
He Drinks Down Every Drop Then Proclaims That
If there were a Danger The Lord would show to stop”
They all Stand Up
Keen to Sing their Faith
Each Chanting Praise
To the One who is Touched With the Courage
To Stand and Say...
Show! Your! Self! Or Strike Me Dead
A Small Wooden Church
Just Outside of Town
About to Burst
As they Clap and they Sing And they Shake
Until they Fall to the Ground
A Tall White-Haired Man
Lifts Three Copperheads
Around his Withered Hand
They Slink and they Slide And they Braid Just Like Threads
A living Rosery
He Flails it like a Bell
Then says Sternly that
“Those who don’t Handle Are Doomed to Eternal Hell.”
T
hey all Line Up
Keen to Test their Faith
Each Tempting Fangs
Their Bosoms And Throats
Exposed As if to Say...
Show! Your! Self! Or Strike Me Dead.
The Pastor Quakes then Gives Pause Flush-Faced his Brow Perspires
He looks to his Hand: Two Punctures A Sight he knows all too well
Determined he Carries on
Each Heartbeat Pumps the Venom A Sermon in Swollen Tongues
A Sound the know all too well
Choking on Blood and Vomit
He Collapses as the Choir Sings Out “I’m Ready to Leave this World”
A Song they know all too well
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Barefoot And Swaying
04:05
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Bodies Pulled from the Ashes Some have yet to be Found Hysteria Blisters
Accusations are Abound
They all look for an Answer Some Shred of Evidence Some Hidden Clue
To give it all some Sense
Then Somebody sees It Lying there Across the Street A Chared Cigar
That Still Smells of Gasoline
And A few Steps Away Lies a Gold Paper Ring
A Costly Brand
A Brother’s Gun Smoking
They Just Stand and Stare, In Quiet Disbelief, And Infinite Greif
The Crowd Starts to Clamor
The Suspects not at the Scene Torches are lit from the Rubble Of the Mavis Smoldering
Not a Stone Left Uncovered ‘Til He’s Found Underneath Lying Barefoot and Drunk Lit Cigar Between His Teeth
“Surely you have the Wrong Man!” “I was here all this time!”
The Jury rules unconvinced
And he is to pay for this Crime
A Rope Swings from a Tall Branch The Women all Start Praying Hoisted up by the Neck And Left Barefoot and Swaying
They Just Stand and Stare, In Quiet Disbelief, and Infinite Grief
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Venus Ashtray
02:46
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Stained Sheets
Paid off for the Night A Pot Bellied Man Asks for a Light
She Holds a Candle
To his Cigar
Says: “Please
This time don’t Leave a Scar”.
A Hearty Laugh
He Blows the Smoke in her Face A Hearty Cough
As he Pins her Into Place
Trapped Under
Sweaty Folds of Flesh
He Takes a Drag
And Slides it up her Dress
All. For. Pleasure. Pleasure.
The Stench of Seared Skin
Fouls the Tiny Room
He Reaches Down
Pulls the Lace from his Shined-Up Shoe
Her Frantic Hands
Grasp the Telephone
She Swings it Hard
‘Til she Hears the Crack of Bone
He Falls to the Floor Blood Starts to Pool She Picks up his Cigar Lights it Calm and Cool
She Rolls him Over Stokes the Cherry Hot Pulls Down his Pants Stabs it to his Cock
All. For. Pleasure. Pleasure.
To Love is too Much. To ask of any Man.
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Civil Dawn
03:06
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Safe in my Bed
My Head Swims from what I’ve Seen
No Hounds of Hell So Fell
As the ones who, the ones who live by...
They’ll Shake your Hand
Smile so Sweet
Then Burn your House while you Sleep They’ll Tip their Hat
Say “Glad to meet.”
Then Crucify with Glee
No Fear of Dreams Those Screams
Offer me no Harm
True Horror LiesIn the Eyes
Of the ones who, the ones who live by DAY
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