7. Sleepwalker

I am in the center between sound and body
The middle ground
is where ideas and illusions mingle
and new theories are given birth
Nucleus
Heart
Sterilize both in fire
I am in the center between sound and body
The middle ground
is where humility and embarrassment repel
and old methods are covered with earth
Thalamus
Tachycardia
Suffocate both in fire

8. Harvest At Dawn (Enter Fertility)

Everything around me shrinks and expands
Memories compacted
Fantasies extracted
Suspend me from the floor and push the ceiling nearer
This is just a reenactment of the thoughts projected from your eyes
The faces and names are not real
Only the tears, blood and glass are authentic
We link hands and dreams to become the map of the damned
Found a wound across my ribs, soft and fresh as a ballet shoe
To finger and feed
Memories flaccid
Fantasies reenacted
Finger and feed

9. Corsage Of Fresh Meat And Rotted Pride

Climb the fibrous ladder dear friend
Watch your head
Watch your step
Chained meat-hook your new ally and playmate
Hang yourself from the virginal I-beam above
Hang from your anatomically correct eye sockets
A perfect match for the grapple
Hang like the meat you have been farmed to become
Hang raw and arrogant
Watch the gold-wash
Watch the spin and spit
Sweat, drip, foam and hiss
Hang like meat
Dangle in indifference
Suspend above the spectators
Fresh meat sways
Rotted pride withers
Raw

10. Oak And Iron

Forced to scorch at the stake of humanity
Our heavy skulls and cumbersome bodies
fastened by straps of fear and mediocrity
Anchored and confused
Confused and naive
We bled upon the oak and iron and sang songs
of revolution and tyranny
The spitting cracks of ember
harmonized our singing voices
as the scent of servitude left our presence
and scaled through the syrupy air
of a new morning
Together forever
Married to illusion
Together forever
The end

11. Mother Pig

If I knew for sure that I had a soul
I'd sell it right now
for the chance to experience
Mother Earth's last gasp before she sinks
into a perpetual episode of life support
Clung to hope as the bastards of complacency
and decent stand over us
Carved from human bone by human bone
Carved from human bone by human bone
The magic wand of oppression waves above
and occasionally bounces from skull to skull
She's become the pig on the spit
Salvation stuffed into her mouth
like a rotted green apple
We, the eager ants,
wait below her and bask in her dripping fat
No more audience
No more audience
Warm breath rises
Boiled fat falls

12. Rocket

We hide behind what we create,
but this time the product shall consume
and shit us back to what we once were

13. King Cobra vs. Queen Bee

May we be the first to self-incinerate
and may the mustard smoke from our bones be inhaled
and consumed by the king cobras
and queen bees of our world
The stinger is in our hands
A poison sac is in our skulls
The last strike will be made by us

14. The Buzzard Blizzard

Abort the brain fetus
and force-feed it to your teachers and families
The lies they taught you were to be defecated
and spread into the soil
where a new generation of mirror-children would feed
The mind you have is plagiarized
A worm feeds between your eyes
Genetic reservoirs are computerized
Tomorrow the shit will feed upon the flies

15. White Trash Headache

Pull back the hammer
and throw it at me like I was your best friend
For a bulls-eye I'll shut my eyes for you

16. Shadow Of The Narcissist

None of us wish to be our shadow
because we all believe that we are something greater
The figure on the ground
is no less good than what we really are
but more than what we could ever wish to become
Obsessional
Autonomous
Possessive
The abyss of human nature snagged
upon our deficiency upon of self-awareness