BLACK POINSETTIA OF THE MIDNIGHT HOURGLASS
Paranoia starts to turn into crippled birthmarks
The color black slowly takes the place of the darkness
The coffin of birth fades into the sarcophagus of abortion
As the cockangels of light surround the prey as it prays for motion
(But the flower never blooms after it's dead)
Paranormal scars burn onto the crippled safeguards
The color undresses to reveil space and it's darkness
The black rose becomes another phantasia of ambition
With grim reaper cheerleaders surrounding immortal temptation
(But the flower never blooms after it's dead)
A string of flesh cut out of the gangrenous heart
To make a mannequin that will never die
A human being piece of abstract art
To cover the canvas with the beauty of insanity
A new human to mold my face
Brand new carcass to embrace
With a pearl in one hand and AIDS in the other
Something for the children to call their mother
Laced in skin stripped from god
Traced from the evidence of dawn
Encased in a skeleton machine
This poinsettia will be with me
Like the cold bare hands of a naked angel
It took away my will as it took control
The beauty I created was built in layers
Like the baby in my nightmares
Paranoia scars turn into crippled birthmarks
The color ******** slowly takes the place of the darkness
The coffin of cunts fades into the sarcophogus of abortion
As the cockangels of light surround the prey as it prays for motion
(But the flower never blooms after it's dead)
Fear turns into another scar
As I pray onto the stars...
The spear invents another scar
As I prey upon the stars...
{
A string of flesh cut out of the gangrenous heart
To make a mannequin that will never die
A human being piece of abstract art
To cover the canvas with the beauty of insanity
A new human to mold my face
Brand new carcass to embrace
With a pearl in one hand and AIDS in the other
Something for the children to call their mother
Laced in skin stripped from god
Traced from the evidence of dawn
Encased in a skeleton machine
This poinsettia will be with me
Like the cold bare hands of a naked angel
It took away my will as it took control
The beauty I created was built in layers
Like the baby in my nightmares
} - [x2]
Fear turns into another scar
As I pray onto the stars...
The spear invents another scar
As I prey upon the stars...
I rest feeling self-contented
That I felt my creation
Like the baby in my nightmares
The infant of forever despair
Cut the umbilical womb
As my love sleeps in her tomb
The flower and stem will rest forever
As sour as the bloodstream river
{
A string of flesh cut out of the gangrenous heart
To make a mannequin that will never die
A human being piece of abstract art
To cover the canvas with the beauty of insanity
A new human to mold my face
Brand new carcass to embrace
With a pearl in one hand and AIDS in the other
Something for the children to call their mother
Laced in skin stripped from god
Traced from the evidence of dawn
Encased in a skeleton machine
This poinsettia will be with me
Like the cold bare hands of a naked angel
It took away my will as it took control
The beauty I created was built in layers
Like the baby in my nightmares
} - [x2]
Now it's over - schizosober
Now it's over - schizosober
Now it's over - schizosober
The dream called 'reality' has turned into insanity
Like the cold bare hands of a naked angel
It took away my will as it took control
The beauty I created was built in layers
Like the baby in my nightmares
Now it's over - schizosober
Now it's over - schizosober (the flower never blooms after it's dead)
Now it's over - schizosober
Now it's over - schizosober (the flower never blooms after it's dead)
Now it's over - schizosober (Like the cold bare hands of a naked angel)
Now it's over - schizosober (It took away my will as it took control)
Now it's over - schizosober (The beauty I created was built in layers)
The dream called 'reality' has turned into insanity (Like the baby in my nightmares)
Rest in peace
