DECEMBER WOLVES

Completely Dehumanized Completely Dehumanized Walkiung down the slippery streets, the mind sweats, my eyes just bathe in sin. I tried so fucking hard to avoid them, but I can smell their skin. Keep yourselves only to themselves, don't ever, ever let me in. Come and look inside, what do you think you'll see? But spare me all of your pitiful condolences, you'll get none back from me. How many times have the lines been beaten? not once, not twice, but three! Remember words from the mouth of the winding road, one of us, he'll never be. Look at how they run, I know its wicked weird. See them dripping from his eyes. But look out, he'll be back to fill your mouth with those poison butterflies. Feel safe and perfectly welcome to sit back and watch how Devon dies. For there are no feelings left, he's completely dehumanized. __________ We Are Everywhere Look in the eyes of a superior kind, feeling the jealousy drip from your chin. Feeling your envies flood for the taste of supremacy's churning blood. A primitive force with which we control, a gift devine, by which we are bound. To Have What We Have, You Would Die! And to see what we see with our burning red eyes. To be one of us is something you wish you could dream of. No way to end us! with centuries carved in our hearts. To know our minds would be a lesson from you know who we are, we're everywhere and we control your fucking minds! __________ Time Flies When You Wish You Were Dead The yellow lines are beaten, so celebrate this a day we both believe. A warm black Wednesday sign said don't give up, so celebrate this day we both conceive, Believe it or not, this acting gem is the bad guy. But time is short, months are depleting, he's gonna die. I'm getting worse. Bubbles melt down the windshield, 'til you wipe it clean. Turn it off! Close your eyes or turn around, just don't look at the screen! The huamn bird still singin', believe it or not, from a gem braided with beads. A freezing Friday said don't hurt yourself, but you can take this the heart I will not need. Not staring back into this pile of charismatic crumbs. The worse I get, the more normal I seem to become. __________ Friday The 13th Toilet full of barf, feel their tongues wrap around your neck like a scarf. Ingest the tiny white fish, throw up the dreams all over the bowl, for which you have wished. A splash of water on your face, a total loss of time and place your mind and heart begin to race! A journey through the pipes I have to puruse I'm Chasing You! Then from the pier, the juice has washed out to sea. But on the bench, a Friday the 13th. The smell floats around like a kite, and you'll remember when you're crying in your bed at night. I've got this flower in the field of sight! And as young 'um, you aspire to become the wretched demon who takes anyone from anyone leaving a hardened shell to bake in the Boston sun! Walk up the stairs, to taste her spit like chewing gum. And your fingers slip together while they pinch around the naked plum. In a sea of splinters and smokestacks - Feeling so mundane Ejecting all the pain. I look down and I noticed your hands splittin' while installing your novacaine! From the chin, saliva traced. You're slowly dripping down the neck and then the nipple taste. Moving into the field tolet your tongue baste. Leave the phone on top of me. There's something around 5AM we start to see. __________ The Gard Division And you watch your dreams float up in my wake. You will eat the liver of my ever-cascading wrath, your brain will be covered with glowing teeth marks. I fold my hands around your planet. I am the tree neath you rest, the adrenaline that voils in your blood in a pot of sin, the tidal field that drowns your every hope and I spread contagion throughout you - I created division! I am the coma in which you sleep. The swollen breast that feeds your every pain. Sleep Sleep Sleep next to my talons and your gin of the skin will be conveniently cut! You have called and so I've come, and now we are together as one. And the angelic visions of yours will be plagued with disease evermore! Turning close a desperate attempt to see where all the divinity went. As I reach, you start sinking faster No life left for the craven bastard. I am a minotaur of agony, a pillar of pain, I am you, whose teeth have turned to barnacles. No one knows, no one cares and there's no way out! Before me, you kneel and pray and you watch all normality dripping away. You can beg and plead all you want. It won't change, it's whom I taunt. Yours is mine and mine is unknown. It makes me laugh to keep hearing you bitch and moan. No life left for the day in our heart, no life left as I tear you a apart! __________ My Bible For these pages will be the knife to his throat! A desolate island, summers once only to incubate dreams. My saliva... an ocean of thought was the allergy. Saviour Centipede Pyramid bitch with a segmented neck. Wait in the hallway and burn all the pages you take from me! One again I, frothing and bleeding, deserve to die. They won't let me! The Gard factor thus be unveiled (Hail!) No neck left now, shaving red hair in the shape of a heart. Lift your head and show me the blueprints. Pave my way to the utopia betrayed by this mirrored myth. Take me now that I might find a good reason to die with. You promised me! when will I ever learn??? A desolate island, summers once only would digest the dreams. (In a) wet vagina, these servants of god will get rid of me (patiently). Dump out the satin bag, filling the halls with the smell of the spell. Hang your head in the rain and pave my way to the arena, betrayed by a spineless whore. Take me now that I might find this life's exit door. __________ Not With Tainted Blood I learned the ways herein in this land of the cold and damp, dark and grim. And dream for my tongue to dance upon her skin. This pain - I bore this angel - I adore. Give me more! And now, this time, the opus of a decade is over, and now what? She was the last of the ones. The missing piece, one final gem to bring me the truth. Might as well pack up your bags, cause the bell rings, you're finished! And go ahead and think about me on your way home, well, you may well! And when the broken wing of a memort asks me Why? A tear from them will flood what is known. But I won't reach the ending, the day won't come, because the heir to the dreams is dead! My vains paint this world red! __________ To Kill Without Emotion I'm gonna fuckin' kill you. I'm gonna tear your fuckin' heart out! My purpose is to bring you sorrow. I always meant to cause you pain. (I'm a) Servant of violence, I walk with fire in my veins. For I am the one you serve. Genocide, you deserve - To Kill Without Emotion! Desecrate with no debate. Eliminate the ones I hate. To Kill Without Emotion! (Get) on your knees and beg. Your shrieks do nothing. Welcome to my world that is - My target! I will create rivers of blood such as you will never forget. Get in line and get ready to greet your leader - Satan! For I am the one you serve. Bullets and cum, you deserve - To Kill Without Emotion! Nailing your arses to the wall, cause I don't give a fuck at all, so say one last thing before I...! Blasterpiece Theatre Desperately Seeking Satan Prepare population for quick decent! With slugs of global proportions, it won't be our blood on Satan's claw. I stayed in one place as long as I could... To hail the New Dawn and to be a Satanic human being... And reverse the karma of a ****** Jesus. I do declare... It's a fuckin' shame. In charge of projects, moreover, meant to clean. Liberation here, will disappear. Bring them where they cannot flee... Bestow their final agony! Hang them on crosses... Divide them by sex and race... Then lop off their hands in strict accordance with the Devil's demands. Rocking back and forth... a dirty degenerate dynasty. Satan! ...We're desperately seeking Satan ...We're desperately seeking Satan! The candidate for international conspiracy.... Save the planet from abduction and futility... Preside over supremacy! __________ April Fools Day Symptoms manifested, you must be tested. Opportunism from a beast of minimal hate. But I was a devil without a cause and a killer among thieves. To perpetrate betrayal in progress... Try to put your money where your mouth is. Sensitivity replaced... By the mouthwatering taste of superficial expectations sporadically placed in every single syllable. In the presence of a genius, I'm shell-schocked! Designed for spectators only. Proceed with unholy mire... Stupid and fucking pointless desire! Opportunism? Fuck, you must be wasted. We're not supposed to be the beasts of maximum death and hate! Circles of friends lie over the fuckin' rainbow. But it makes so much sense to be dead, and so tasteful sinners blend repent and forgiveness. Forlorn is the face of deceit that can't prosper in human form... Because I don't believe in shit! After all, 'tis the season for treason. __________ Do Not Entry Fuck! ...When we're down, I'd love to see the guilty one. I'd wave the spoiled solace of the underdog. Bell-brow, leading the fleet. Which compels me to allege the meat? The teachers all agree. The saber is green with envy. And I was (next)... or so the astrologists seemed. Physical education, as always, increased... A social climax to say the least. Swallow the marrow of the fortunate few (While) the innocent lick their chops... "E" as in entry! I'm here to mingle with the selfish and obscene. __________ Kolobok In control and why exist for this gut reaction? - unattraction... My post-primordial complex at 823x it's original dosage. Initials carved in my anxious palm, I fuck my way through Odysseus Psalm! Defiled in holy chambers... Horroscope hallucinogen. I would say "yes" to see profit from heaven run dry. How can you keep from he who fingers the ultimate? Wait 'til you see! ...Kicking heels while heaven runs dry! Kolobok! I would say "yes" to see profit from streaming flaw. Just relax and take a deep breath. The conference begins... A conference meaning a mutual bond between the selves A master by theirs and his own advised hell. Gut reaction - Unattraction! The problem is I grossly admire an interest inhuman... You see, horrible habits die hard, and I'm starting to feel like me again. __________ Porn Again Christian Dynamic worms of wax who offer validation. I wait to serve a modern mannequin. I cannot resist to stick my tongue in this! Once again, reminding me how bad she's been. The Dawn has come... You may begin. Smear all your burden on this bed of flesh I feel. My tools in hand, I slip inside Teutonic peel. Porn again christian.... Porn again christian! New nail in uniform, I want the pliable face. Bludgeon the Aquarian flow. Fingers fight from eiter side of the fleshified "net in the knot". Bodies churn and quiver in the most prominent. Hands down below again, extract the inside... Pull from with slender slime. I've cursed my pallet with the taste you cannot hide... Sticking so sublime, the estrogenic holy shrine. I'll find new ways and, through hypnosis, enter the salty slum where nails are driven from... Just open your mouth! Give me Nemesis! Porn again christian...Porna again christian! Born to fornicate. The consequence of creation. Live and die by the Cunt! __________ Public Aquarian Freebase "Breathe in not the clove that gestates with distinction... But rather, the sophisticated stench of the clearly wounded" A champion, certainly not at his best... Choking with personal distress... Reaching reconciliation. Like a crab in the wet sand... Mine and your object of obsession. Because it's no longer the thought that counts. Hence the new twist on life as we know it... A different mask for a different day. It's a tempting world we live in. It's sublime, without treatment or release... A new man, from what we believe to be an excruciation of the truth. So how many licks does it take? ...to get to the bottom of the barrel? __________ Solid Gold Beating Let's reveal those who are less than receptive to invitation. As they repeal the weak and ambitious from a mouthful of dirt. We rid ourselves of anything unpure. We've lots of room for the vicious and obscure. Trade up adventures and cyclical psychoticism... Perpetual dicotomism in the narrative waste. With the most disgusting face, I personify this disgrace. But you are the honesty of sparse virgins who equate death with pain and lack of sorrow. There's no tomorrow, so focus on the pains of the day.... You're never getting out of the Theatre! Interpret love as sin... The audio-syncratic crutch. Believe so, in the need to be voracious. But the pit is spacious enough to bleed from all holes and start rotting from the outside in. We rid ourselves of anything faithful. __________ Sharing Needles Induced psychosis lies dormant for today, but you know you'll get sick again. So what's wrong with this picture but bones in the beak of the Erudite who talks to himself. Cut yourself, hang yourself... The human instinct presides when mind and body consequentially divide. Emerge from cold tile. Not to be reborn... Rather, to suck the breast of scorn. Breathe in... Breathe out. The drugs begin to take and what used to be a deadly secret, now is the utmost rapport. As far as I can tell, I am more addicted to a wealth of being possessed. Make room, deep inside, for malevolent thoughts in your mind. It's a conflict of interest, but it makes the truth easy to find. When the walls are hammering down your curse and the prophecies stand aside... Time flying by like you wish you were dead... So hide as well as you can. You'll never be free. How does it feel? You've got no fuckin' chance. All done... This is it... You're gonna burn in fuckin' Hell until you die. Sickened by relation... You're diseased. Sharing needles! __________ To Kill... Again My purpose is to bring you sorrow. I always meant to cause you pain. A servant of violence, I walk with fire in my goddamned veins! For I am to whom you bow... The Commander of killing - Effective now! To Kill Without Emotion! Extinction staring you in the eye... You and your creed should fuckin' die! To Kill Without Emotion! Get on your knees... Don't beg... Don't pray to your god! He's deadmeat... As well, you are! Can't you smell defeat? Get in line and get ready to greet your leader - Satan! We've got no reason to be discrete... We'll just watch your fucking numbers deplete... Even the "innocent" which you've bred - Women, children, infants...All dead! I can't wait to watch you rot away! Genocide! ...That's what I say! To Kill Without Emotion! In the perfect world for which we aim, all ****** ***** go up in flames! To Kill Without Emotion!