1.Son Et Lumiere ＆ Inertiatic ESP
Clipside of the pinkeye flight
I'm not the percent you think survives
I need sanctuary in the pages of this book
Gestating with all the other rats
Nurse said that my skin will need a graft
I am of pockmarked shapes
The vermin you need to loathe
Now I'm lost
last night I heard lepors
flinch like birth defects
it's musk was fecal in origin
as the words dribbled off of its chin
it said I'm lost
I'm lost
now I'm lost
dolls wreck the minced meat of pupils
cast in oblong arms length
the hooks have been picking their scabs
where wolves hide in the company of men
it said
I'm lost
I'm lost
now I'm lost
are you peaking in the red
perforated at the neck
what of this mongrel architect
a broken arm of sewers set
past present and future tense
clipside of the pinkeye fountain
now I'm lost
it's been said
long time ago
you'll be the first and last to know
you'll never know
2.The Widow
he's got fasting black lungs
made of clothes splintered shares
they're the kind that will talk through wheeezing of coughs
and i hear him every night in very pore every times it makes me
want to
breathe without an answer free from all in shame must i hide
cause ill never never sleep alone
look at how they flock him to an asile of open sores he knows
that the taste is such is such to die for
and i hear him every night on every street the scales that do
sliver deliver me from
breathe with out anwers free from all in shame must i hide cause
ill never never sleep alone
say that say that im blood shot for sure pay that i ride on a
ghost im floating in the shore floting on the shore
every night in every pore the sclaes that do slither deliver me
breathe with out answer free from all in shame and i hide cause
ill never never sleep alone
breathe with out answer free from all in shame
let me die cause ill never never sleep alone
3.Pulled To Bits
Lyricist：Steve Bailey, Sue Ballion, James Mckay, K Morris
Tongues are clacking words of one vision
One tiny incision and teeth are cracking
On thin air, on thin air
And teeth are cracking on thin air
Pulled to bits in silence
Left rotting on the ground
Slowly pulled to bits in silence
Without a sound, without a sound
Buildings bleached with shatter, shatter, clatter
Fill their senses with cement
Watch the people scatter
One by one, one by one
Pulled to bits in silence
Left rotting on the ground
Slowly pulled to bits in silence
Without a sound, without a sound
Young lungs snapping coming up for air
The mindless ones yapping, slashing through the thoroughfare
One by one, one by one
Oh, one by one without a fucking care
Pulled to bits in silence
Left rotting on the ground
Slowly pull to bits in silence
Without a sound, without a fucking sound
Pulled to bits, yackety, yackety, yack, yack, yack
Pulled to bits, shatter, shatter, shatter, clatter
Pulled to bits, yap, yap, yap, yapping
Pulled to bits without a sound
4.Candy And A Currant Bun
Lyricist：Syd Barrett
Oh, my girl sitting in the sun
Go, buy candy and a currant bun
I like to see you run
Like that
Ooh, don't talk to me
Please, just fuck with me
Please, you know I'm feeling frail
It's true, sun shining very bright
It's you who I'm gonna love tonight
Ice cream taste good in the afternoon
Ice cream taste good if you eat it soon
Ooh, don't touch me child
Please, you know you drive me wild
Please, you know I'm feeling frail
Don't try another cat
Don't go where other, you must know why
Very, very, very frail
Oh, my girl sitting in the sun
Go, buy candy and a currant bun
I like, to see you run
Like that
5.Luciform
Lyricist：Cedric Bixler, Omar Rodriguez
How much do you make in that death factory？
Severance owed in the chamber of revolvers
Empty jails fall from my scalp, shake the globe and let me out
If still I can remember the day that they took you from me
Seems like I've been running from your trenchant memory
Harp sickle will warn me when it's over
'Cause if heaven breathes then someone trade places with me
'Cause I don't want to tear feathers instead of rags, instead of
rags
When do I get to see the body preserved inside this grin
Sewn in the lips were her last words
I'll be damned, I can still hear her laughing
Your angels have tangled their brass again
The comfort of doubt, still it keeps you thin
And still I can remember the day that they took you from me
Seems like I've been running from your trenchant memory
Harp sickle will warn me when it's over
'Cause if heaven breathes then someone trade places with me
'Cause I don't want to tear feathers instead of rags, instead of
rags
Does your temperature ache？ Is your glass about to break？
Are you purple with currant？ Will you now become the servant？
Gordian knots in the power lines, saucer fills to empty with
pesticide
Like the pharaohs of old bury me in gold
I'll make your son refuse to fight
In the stalk home setting that we provide
If your heart does cease to speak
My fingernail choir will make your chalkboard sing
6.Back Up Against The Wall
Lyricist：Roger Thomas Dowding, Greg Hetson, Keith Lehrer, Keith Morris
You yell out in defiance
You're backed up against that wall
They're up there clutchin' their guns, man
And it makes you feel real small
So you can cuss, spit, throw bottles, broken glass
But it all ends with hand cuffs on your hands
You run around and spray paint graffiti on people's walls
You think that's bitchin, man？
That ain't nothin' at all
So you can cuss, spit, throw bottles, broken glass
But it ends with a swift kick to your ass
You yell out in defiance
You're backed up against the wall
They're up there clutchin' their guns, man
It makes you feel real small
So you can cuss, spit, throw bottles, broken glass
But it all ends with hand cuffs on your hands
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