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Festering scabs, papillae and pores
Hardened carbuncles, spots and cold sores…
Pick at the scab – septic blood starts to weep
Rip at my face – ruptured growths start to seep
Blackheads and boils, pustular cysts
Chapped commodones, perspiring zits…
Pierce the blane – infected tissue starts to bleed
Diseased and plagued – tumours chew and feed…
…On ulcerated flesh…
…On facial mess…
…On blooming sores…
…On blistering warts…
Squeeze the blood, the pus I extract
A rancid cocktail, steaming and black
Infested skin, bubbles and bursts
Hackne vulgaris, spluttering pus…

…The swarming mass…
…With acid I attack…
…With razors I hack…
…Bubos, bulging and black…
Squeeze out the blood, the pus I extract
A rancid cocktail, steaming and black
Bursting canker, clustered bullae
Pimples and boils eat me alive…

Gnawing, curdling, swarming flesh
Bubbling, seething, disgusting mess
Smarting, abrased, purple and raw
Pustular, vulgar pimples and sores…

The juice is squeezed
Sebum bleeds
Lick the pox
Weals and warts…

weve gone a long way
so why dont we stay here?
the hour is late
and this aint a bad place
so why dont we stay?

the roads an old friend, weve walked it forever
and wandered away

away…

got dirt in my eyes
and ran out of water, conversations ran dry
we got lost in the highway
were stuck in the north now
so why dont we stay?

the road is my friend, but friends are forever
and roads like to bend

bend…

weve gone a long way…

no radio stations,
no signal to send
the road is my friend
but this is the end

the end …

The spirit distilled, the soul is bought.
The D.N.A. split, the virus is caught.
The germination of reproduction,
Complex patterns of genetic devolution.
The die is cast.

Birth, copulation, and death.
Is this your life?
Birth, copulation, and death.
Is this the meaning of life?

Is this the genesis of devolution?
The die is cast.

Birth, copulation, and death.
Is this your life?
Birth, copulation, and death.
Is this the meaning of life?

(lead – Steer)

Birth, copulation, and death.
Is this your life?
Birth, copulation, and death.
Is this the meaning…

Birth, copulation, and death.
Is this your life?
Birth, copulation, and death.

Someones thinking of her
A fifteen hour trip away
Life is so much slower
Than a charter trip delay

Tomorrow, she wont feel half of this
Tomorrow morning is a sugar kiss
Tomorrow, heavenly no sorrow
She will lose gravity

Tomorrow…

Someones thinking of the her
Trough the hazy scenery
Life is blue as water
When youre missing somebody

Tomorrow, she wont feel half of this
Tomorrow morning is a sugar kiss
Tomorrow, heavenly no sorrow
She will lose gravity

Tomorrow…

sick, tired and homeless
with no one here to sing for
tired of being weightless
for all these looking good boys

you can always say my attic has its charm
you can always say you did no major harm
you can always that summer had its charm
and that you did no major harm
oh, spare me if you please

sick, tired an sleepless
with no one else to shine for
sick of all my distress
but I wont show Im still poor

symptoms are so deep
something heres so wrong
nothing is completenowhere to belong
symptoms are so deep
I think Id better stay
here on my own
so spare me if you please