Death In Vegas
Soul Auctioneer
The lynch mob (?) from the infinite hole
as judged (?) (?)
to crucify venus in cinemascope
the narcotic preachers are happy
high priest the mesmorous the soul auctioneer
sells scorpion tightropes while suffer on fear
his necropolis uses the scourge of the queer
he is married to the truth-incinerator
there are hands in my pockets pulling at my spine
eggs bearing insects hatching in my mind
the stones in my shoes get sharper all the time
in the soft sick underbelly
in the carcass of these times
i fly in my head leaving terminal narcosis
a poisoned mind will make you blind
Songtextebeware of trojan horses
a dead head,
a blunt needle
you've broken your wings
you've lost your demon
drop the bomb,
spread the virus
marxist priests teach defiance
change through violence
there are hands in my pockets pulling at my spine
eggs bearing insects hatching in my mind
the stones in my shoes get sharper all the time
in the soft sick underbelly
in the carcass of these times
you've broken your wings you've lost your demon
you've broken your wings you've lost your demon
you've broken your wings you've lost your demon
demon
demon
demon
demon
(Thanks to goran for these lyrics)
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