houdini

 

here I am again        titanic in proportion       sinking like stone       I've been on a death trip for a month      a month of bloody tears stinging my eyes     a month of hallucinatory monsters     who want to suck me dry       and that’s a rough ride      for a man in my condition           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      

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

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