13. Hepatic Tissue Fermentation II

Orally force fed, until cirmosis is induced,
Fatal renal failure, bleeds like a sluice,
Spewing blood as the gallbladder extrudes,
Alcoholic poisoning, bloated lobules burst,
Toxins flood the stomach, in diffluence submerged.
Coughting waste as the wrecked colon tears.

The blood now critically proof, neural cells fatally quenched,
Drowning in spilt retention, hepatic tissue ferments.

Poisoned retention, with intoxication,
Inflamed nephrons burst, your condition's getting worse,
Chronically diffused, your liver you will lose.

Bodily distillation, as emerged flesh reacts,
With alcoholic contents, in your urinally tract.
Dripping fluid as the decrepit appendix weeps.
Matter turns to fluid, intoxicating ablution,
Bilary dehydration, innards to solution.
Bleeding urine as the inflamed bladder rips.

The blood now critically proof, neural cells fatally quenched,
Drowning in spilt retention, hepatic tissue ferments.

16. Exhume To Consume

Grimly I dig up the turfs
To remove the corrupted stiffs
Trying to contain my excitement
As I desecrate graveolent crypts...
Fingers claw at coffin lids
Eager festal exhumation
Hugging your wry, festered remains
With post-humous joy and elation...
Body snatched, freshly interred
Whatever takes my fancy
To satisfy my gratuitous pica
My culinary necromancy...
Scrutinised then brutalised
My forensic inquisition is fulfiled
My recipe is now your epitaph
Be it fried, boiled or grilled...

1. Keep on rotting in the free world

[walker]

the threads of global fabric are united,
the role of the western free world is in decline,
still free to consume, free to breathe,
free to exist, free to dream, your life of dreams,

keep on rotting, keep on rotting, keep on hoping, dreaming, one day maybe,
keep on rotting, keep on hoping, whilst in the real world you. . .

consumer or consumed, your life is cheap,
economic salvation in sweatshops returned from the east,
despair the only quality of strife,
a reason for existence if you can afford the price,
if your price is right,

keep on rotting, keep on hoping, keep on dreaming, one day maybe,
keep on rotting, keep on hoping, keep on dreaming,
whilst in the real world you. . .
keep on rotting, keep on hoping, keep on dreaming, one day maybe,
keep on rotting, keep on hoping, keep on dreaming,
whilst in the real world you. . .
. . . Rot! ! ! ! !

2. Tomorrow belongs to nobody

[walker/steer]

your kingdom is of emptiness,
invisible empire of illusion,
there's no majesty in your empty words,
your ideology - self delusion,
revisionism is the future,
so let's hail the same old dawn,
kneel before the same old order,
you're no kings - only pawns,

you're waiting for tomorrow, well tomorrow never comes,
ha, you're waiting for your new dawn, so sad to say there isn't one,
because, (you fools) tomorrow belongs to nobody,

tomorrow - belongs to nobody

3. Black star

[walker/regadas]

black star, jewel of the night,
black star, burning bright,
magnificent sun, a beacon burning,
five pointed coal, a guide eternal,
black star, five pointed coal,
black star, the cosmic soul,
shining opaque, celestial furnace,
glittering dark, a sun in mourning,

black star, where light never shines,
black star won't you be my guide?
a dead sun for where the light never shines,

shine on. . .
twinkle, twinkle black star,
shine on. . .

black star, darken the skies,
forever burn, never to die,
an ebony flame, a sun infernal,
nemesis of the night, my own dark angel,
black star, jewel of the night,
black star, so cruel, so bright,
a glorious sun, with warmth so healing,
glittering dark, a sun in mourning,

black star, where light never shines,
black star won't you be my guide?
a dead sun for where the light never shines,

shine on. . .
twinkle, twinkle black star,
shine on. . . Black star

4. Cross my heart

[walker/steer]

yeah, cross my heart and hope to die,
it will only end in tears, eye for an eye,
for an eye,
if beauty is only skin deep,
then thankfully i am blind,
cross my heart and hope to die,

cross my heart, come cross the line,
won't you be mine, my bloody valentine?
put me on a pedestal, i'll put you on a slab ! ! ! ! !
cross my heart and hope to die,
come, let's cross the line,
there's a fine line, between love and hate,
let's tear it apart,

cross my heart, and hope to die,
cross my heart, come let's cross the line,

time is no great healer, quickly the senses numb,
come cross my heart, void and null,
love is a weakness, lust conquers all,
cross my heart and hope to die,
where do we draw the line?

there's a fine line, between love and hate,
let's tear it in two,

cross my heart, and hope to die,
cross my heart, come let's cross the line,

let's tear it apart.

5. Child's play

[walker/steer]

raised in a nursery of rumbling brick,
rusted iron, cracked stone and steel,
nurtured in a barren concrete crib,
in a playground of grey, your fate is sealed,
against a back drop of drab, cold corrosion,
we learn to dance, love, sing and play,
razor wire the strung umbilical cord,
in an unsterile womb of urban decay,

let me take you down,
as i'm going too,

play hard - like child's play,
playing rough - after all it's only a game,

now, redevelopment lies in ruins,
as gutted slums are sown,
enveloping, smothering squalor,
this dereliction grows,
outside it is now cold and dark,
only desolation, darkness and gloom,
not a far cry from a tortured cat,
your cities will become your tombs,

let me take you down,
as i'm going too,

play hard - like child's play,
playing rough - after all it's only a game,

6. Room 101

[walker/steer]

don't claim to be a prophet,
don't claim to read the stars,
but i can see a future,
mapped out in scars,
look to the skies,
keep praying to your gods,
your only salvation,
will come in the shape of the bomb,

no clockwork orange,
the doom watch ticks,
there's no second coming,
only final conflict,
blind pessimism?
only time will tell,
the cold hard reality,
is that this world has gone to hell,

and this is where i belong,
in my room one zero one,
as i sit here all alone,
in my own private year zero,

these numbers branded,
embedded in the mind,
how can you herald a future,
when it's already arrived?
keep looking to the skies,
keep waiting for your lord,
you fools there's no second coming,
to redeem you all,

and this is where i belong,
in my room one zero one,
as i sit here all alone,
in my own private year zero,

don't claim to be a prophet,
don't claim to sight the stars,
but i can read the future,
in anguished mental scars,
i have no faith,
in anything that you hold dear,
the future is ours,
only in sweat and tears,
and this is where i belong,
in my room one zero one,
as i sit here all alone,
in my own private year zero,

7. Polarised

[walker/steer/regadas]

don't want your number,
don't want your name,
don't want your colour. . .
don't want your politics,
don't want your cause,
don't believe what you believe,
don't want to wear your emblem
don't want your cult or sect,
don't want your faith,
don't want your respect,
don't want your love,
don't want your praise,
don't want your stupid fashion,
don't want your phase,

polarised - tell me what colours do you wear?
your beliefs, polarised,
i just don't care for what you care.

i just don't care for what you care.

8. Generation hexed

[walker/steer]

lost forever,
a whole generation of pathetic lost souls,
with no meaning no depth,
they're already dead, before it gets old,
anonymous, blank,
no individuality, uniformed,
a wholesale,
blanket identity, from the day that they're born,
- another generation to mourn,

what choice for a new generation?
another generation under sedation,

flocking like sheep,
the instinctual herd, as fashion dictates,
primitively seduced,
commonly reduced, resigned to their fate,
another useless,
faceless degeneration,
like the one which precedes,
acknowledging,
a bleak existence, to be spent on it's knees,
- the pattern it seeds,

what choice for a new generation,
another generation under sedation,

generation hexed,
just another useless generation
. . . Hexed

trapped together,
another wasted generation is sold,
with no meaning, no depth,
they're there to be bled,
never breaking the mould,
anonymous, blank,
no individuality, misinformed,
a wholesale,
blinkered non-entity, on it's knees born,
- another generation to scorn,

what choice for a new generation?
another generation under sedation,

self suppressed,
generation vexed,
ha, self oppressed,
just another generation hexed,

what choice for a new generation?
a generation vexed,
still no choice for a new generation,
just another generation under sedation,

generation hexed,
just another useless generation,
generation hexed,
just another wasted generation,
. . . Hexed