Blues At 666

when i walk by this holy mountain
i feel so suicidal
my mother tells me

"go pour some water
on that big old tree"

oh god help me
oh lord help me
this is the blues
at 666

Even her shadow pleases me

As night folds
the flat note holds
she comes from the dark
dancing and singing
a cigarette in her hand
that flower in her hair
bearing a necklace made of human bones
she is dressed in blood

Abducted

The moon set
The shadows are wet
a dog calls to his master
this random world rotates much faster
I FORGIVE!
screams a little girl in a frock from the dark
the moonlight like a halo on her head crying for mercy

The Jailer who made the trees weep

The trees are weeping today
some shed their tears for a while

some cant stop

Where is thy child who was left chained to a shadow
left on the land of ice with a burning mount of coal engraved to his chest
forever

a bomb blast

laughter
tempos rising
suspicion
anxiety
it all looks like such a big plan
a plan to self destruction
can we get caught?