PETROGLYPHS

ITEM NO. ???


There's a place in space
Where violence and love
Collide inside
And solid is wide
And heat is cold
And birth is death
And creation and time
Are made from destruction

ITEM NO. 4


I give you money
You're superior
I don't exist
You control me
You're corrupt
You're deformed
You're corrupt
You control me

Own me
Own me
Own me

I'm your property

ITEM NO. 3


Message in a hammer
Burning down the order
Tearing down the walls for a new day
A new breath
I can feel the tide turn
Let the fire pour
Can't you see it's time for a new day
New dawn, new dawn

ITEM NO. 2


A star-snuffing black
So you opened your books
And you opened your legs
And so opened your heart
And let in the badness
You claimed
As your friend
With un-angels hovering
Like flies round the ordure
That had covered your soul
Their empire increasing
And your country
Deserted by yourself

The bells of St. Mary call us to remember
That life is with end
And that gestures can kill us
Moreover destroy
And there is one judgement only

Your letters came daily
In French or in German
But they meant to me nothing
I caught the slow cords
And dry ice fogging your mind

I see all too clearly now
Why you could be discarded
And though I could pray for you
I probably shan't
Having had my cup filled up
With your lies
And your makeup
You were nothing
Thinking you're something

And nonetheless I still write this gothic lovesong
A sign to myself
And the memory of my past
I still write this gothic lovesong
A sign to myself
And the memory of my past
And a way to shut out your face

ITEM NO. 1


We are listening to a moron babble
We are listening to tongues that lie
We give them an ear
We give them a hand
We give them both eyes
So we cannot see the signs