houdini

 

here I am again        titanic in proportion       sinking like stone      sweet jesus show some mercy     and bring me back down          I've been on a death trip for a week       a week of bloody tears stinging my eyes     a week of hound dogs on my heels      and that’s a rough ride      for a man in my condition        I have criminal juice boiling black inside of me        I've been rendered meat       hung up on butcher's hooks       and pounded into pulp       slaughtered by my memories        I  can’t escape my memories       I’m shackled by the past      no longer cast as human       I'm just a fraction of a man        staring into dark infinity      my cup is filled with ghosts       I sup it's bitter poison        a fermented  blend of treason      concocted from regret and recrimination         dear lord    I need a fix     to blow away my shrouds        to lift my psyche out of this    I never meant any harm  to anyone       but I'm a prisoner just the same         I'm the last man standing         there’s no-one else to blame

hear my voice on the album ‘Dagger’

je suis un zombie

 

I can cruise       six miles over        but you gotta come down      sometime          I got the pulse      electric in my veins         I’m throbbing with static       drowned  in the darkness       and drenched in black rain      this could be a dream        for all I know      I can’t tell the difference      in my somnambulist phase       je suis un zombie        welcome to my nightmare       my up is down       I’m drowning in mirrors       I cut my edge     from the shattered reflections         of the bipolar ripples       that run through my creation       I was moulded in the image of my maker       semi divine        in my mucky enclosure        talk to me now       I’m lost and alone       I’m fighting with shadows      so far from home

Hear my voice on the album 'Dagger'

loup garou

 

I’m an old dog now            and just getting older           all the violence and insanity       has been bleached from my bones           time turns lions into lambs         and melts swords into plowshares           but I won't be corralled       into some holding pen behind the abattoir                 I have the moon in my throat          and blood in my eyes               I could still squeeze out           one more explosion         one more bout of mania              to see me down the road

hear my voice 'Dagger'

NSFW

 

they tried to straighten me out        the captains of industry         they wanted to scrape me clean       and strip me of autonomy       they said I was maladjusted        they had to save me from myself          they took down my particulars         and stowed me on the shelf        but I contracted  negativity        from the bullshit that they fed to me       there is no trace of dignity      in their cruel economy        I'm just another victim of industrial disease      I'm a pile of lazy bones        redundant and ill at ease