Movies
Scream of the Butterfly
A creature made of sunshine
Her eyes were like the sky
Rabbit howls like something old
As we twitch to a lullaby
The scalpel shines in god's sunshine
The Streetlights whisper pain
Down here near the poison stream
Our god has gone insane
She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair
With blood on her hands
Into the sun she stares
She feels it die
I heard her cry
She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair
With blood on her hands
Into the sun she stares
She feels it die
I heard her cry...
Like the scream of the butterfly
Sunshine in the house of flames
She loves it where she gets it
But it's never felt the same
Surgery, in the house of dissection
When your candle burns out..I'll resurrect you
She runs
Through fields of daisies
Yeah, it's just a shame that they eat their own babies
Who cares
Cos the air is free
When you get there will you kiss the dead for me?
There's blood on the moon and the summer is cold
There's love in the room
But baby that's getting old
There's blood on my face sittin' on uhh dead shore
A highway,highway of emptiness and I'm getting bored
There's blood on the moon as we plan our escape
The goddess in bloom
Handcuffed and raped
There's blood in the bathtub baby
Murder the king
There's blood on the moon
There's blood on just about everything
Sunshine in the house of flames
She loves it where she gets it
But it's never felt the same
Surgery, in the house of dissection
When your candle burns out..I'll resurrect you
She runs
Through fields of daisies
Yeah, it's just a shame that they eat their own babies
Who cares
Cos the air is free
When you get there will you kiss the dead for me?
Something cold is forced inside her
As tears spill down her cheek
Stillborn songs of a dead dreamer
Hymn's of a needle freak
With sunlight in her hair she smiles like she don't care
Her dreams of liquid blue
I cut my self again and again to remind myself of you
She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair
With blood on her hands
Into the sun she stares
She feels it die
I heard her cry...
She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair
With blood on her hands
Into the sun she stares
She feels it die
I heard her cry...
Like the scream of the butterfly
I like the scream of the butterfly
I met an angel with a sawed-off shotgun
Wanted by the FBI
We dropped some acid
Killed our parents
Then we hit the road
I like the scream of the butterfly
The God Machine
The God machine is hungry
For individualism and ripe brains
The skull farmers do their rain dance
And pray the machine falls to sleep
She holds me close
And whispers wet
"there are cannibals among us."
Mad in love with dry dead boys
In the backs of
Abandoned cars
Smoking the bones of children
Plotting the murder of love
Strapped into the chair
The needle now descends
As they lick their cracking lips
Their twitching never ends
Blood beneath their finger nails,
Swallow all my pain
Dirty needles break the skin
Suck hard as I drain
Drain me
Drain me
Sunken eyes, a twisted spine
A whiter shade of pale
Rockabilly man come to pound the coffin nails
Inject my stomach full of
Cockroach eggs
Their machine is coming carried on a million legs
Waking in the sleep of reason
Winter is the forever season
Lick thy mother's bleeding lips
From this glass of hate we sip
Fuck the glass we pump the keg
Kill conception at the egg
Her chin is wet with someone's hate
Love, disfigure, amputate
Amputate
Amputate
Can you remember how it felt to be alive?
Your god machine is cold
And dead your eyes they cannot cry
Fuck your deities of dying love
We have shot them down from the skies above
Screaming convulsing
My eyes are bleeding
Be silent now and take your beating
I wonder how long you would live
With a bullet in your gut
I wonder how much shit you'd talk
If your throat was cut
I wonder what you'd sound like begging me
To let you breathe
I wonder how much pain it would take
To make you all believe
Believe, believe, believe, believe
In me
I'm your god machine
Fuck your god
Idols
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Finger Paintings Of The Insane
Turning the knife buried in your stomach
I woke up alive black with stain
Glistening and new, the sunsets coming
Finger paintings of the insane
Come on and sterilize me
Kneel down and idolize me
Suck me
Fuck me
Resurrect me
Rut me
Cut me and infect me
Slice me
Dice me
I want to die screaming
The thoughts of dead babies
Wiped away with my semen
Bleed me
Feed me and inject me
Feel me
Kill me
Then dissect me
The pigs will squeal
Their blood will drain
Finger paintings of the insane
Slice the throats of authority
Look deep past the skin and you will see
I am the messiah
I am the messiah
Greasy smoke billows into the sky
Cockroach dreams, the human dust of pain
Twitching, screaming, hide your razor face
Finger paintings of the insane
Come on and sterilize me
Kneel down and idolize me
Suck me
Fuck me
Resurrect me
Rut me
Cut me and infect me
Slice me
Dice me
I want to die screaming
The thoughts of dead babies
Wiped away with my semen
Bleed me
Feed me and inject me
Feel me
Kill me
Then dissect me
Bloody mountain momma
Rockabilly machine
Kiddy porn baby with a mouth for disease
Gidd'y up honey
My rubber fuck doll
When your candle's snuffed out
I'll burn brighter then before
Pink poinsettias for emotion that died
A chilling wargasm that tastes like cyanide
Her pussy bleeds sunshine, rabid for flesh
As each raindrop plunges to its death
Rape the mother
Kill the father....
Jezebel
If I took this cigarette and put it out on you...
Would you love me?
Her throat is soft
Her lips are red
Her thighs are white
Her heart is dead
Jezebel
Red rope
Burns around her wrists
Her blood is cold..like a serpents kiss
Do you love your whore?
I like to hear you beg
She crouched down in the corner with her head between her legs
Jezebel
Broken glass and dirty needles
Soul erosion truth
Electric god
Our superman found dead in a telephone booth
Shards of teeth
Ice pick abortions
Orgasmic death so warm
Lets die screamin'
Black goat semen
I can't hear you whisper "conform"
Hearts will stop and brain cells pop
Apocalyptic high
She screams bloody murder as they chop off her fingers
So this is how it feels to die
But it's ok
Yeah everything's ok
She was screaming about conspiracy
Talkin' about taking sides
I was masturbating, just contemplating
The cold love of suicide
Hearts will stop and brain cells pop
Apocalyptic high
She was screaming bloody murder as they chop off her fingers...
So this is how it feels to die
