Black album cover Black disk black sleeve Enigmatic vision My world is conceived Vulnerable reflection Turbulent repose Fragile emanations I wryly juxtapose Darkness enchantment Infused in to the notes Sympathetic trauma Engendered by rote Otherworldly wisdom Articulated doom Delicate destruction I worship in the gloom Twinkle in the reverb Blow in to my bones I echo in the blasting Of the sweet discordant tones Thwacking of the bass drum Banshee Mellotron Heart palpitation It goes on and on Coursing through my mind All the fucking time What must I become Dark validation Shell of a human Spineless and pathetic Gifted new existence By my dignified aesthetic My hymn to the void My prayer of introspect Yes, my God of darkness I gladly genuflect This is darkspace Gazing in the mirror Face forms evil sneer Self doubt disappears Mad man glossolalia Floating in a somewhere Between where I was and nowhere I see my passioned soul Swollen, black and bruised Desperate aggravation Please release me soon Embryonic gifts Lie undead in the womb The hairs upon my neck Retort and stand erect Slave to my own glory Pride of my defect Take some normal man pills Just after I sleep Awaken to a slumber Dissolve into the deep Drip intrusive visions Coagula arcane My unwanted thoughts Now disturbingly mundane Black Morning Coffee Black toast, black lungs Dressing gown ghost On a white patio chair Oh why am I like this? What's the word for what I am? Witchdoctor diagnose me Clinically spiritually damned After all is said and done There is no other way At the end of the day There is no other way Except Forwards... Forwards... Forwards... Forwards... A ray of light Sweet gentle Subtle Dark black light

Beautiful dead eyes Beautiful but dead A hermit Living in slime Strange creature Beautiful Dead Eyes Sing me a song Tell me, tell me I am not wrong Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why am I? Okay... Okay... Worlds descending Worlds never ending Spirals... and yes... Darkness Oh so much darkness I'm nothing I said A freak suspended They told me I'm not me I don't mind I can be another me There there! I'm beautiful to me I'm beautiful to me

Wake up screaming Morning sirens At least they tell me it's morning Buckled to a wall Out comes the machine Friendly needles erasing my nightmares Wild eyed madman I fight at my fetters The serum goes in and I feel much better Placid placated My reprogrammed soul Is returning zero yet somehow I'm whole Food tube spurts the grey formless slop Fills up my mouth 'til my eyes start to pop Yesterdays afters still dried on my beard Four foot long now I've been here for years Buckles unlock and I take a deep breath and I'm Living unliving in a daydream of death Clock reads eight thirty its time for my shift Dragging my feet now I slouch to the lift Standing with the entities The remnants of humanities Locked inside this metal cage Our daily commute Shuffling in sluggish time We're grey of flesh and pale of mind My ego vacuum work mates Avoid touching eyes Sitting each upon our stool The eyes roll back the tongues will drool and gazing up in to the screen The portal beyond Horizontal monolith With which we must interface with The black rectangles slowly mangle We're back with the dead Now picture myself on inky black river Murky deep depths flowing thickly opaque Slipstream turmoil no ego for raft And there's always a bigger fish yeah Totally drowning in sludgé noir Desperately bursting for air Legs kicking fast I splinter the surface Eyes bleeding hard for a glimpse (Oh but a glimpse...) Of the people on the river bank That's always out of reach Living out their death In community and peace Sacred souls of innocence Immortal reprieve Old as they are they seem so naïve And yet... they're not I always thought They're the frozen golden us Are they the olden us? How I wish I could meet them... Ascendant dimension I never get there Whipping hard upon our backs The service demon on the lash "Swim maggots swim 'Til you're full unalive" We're diving in oblivion Paddling in pity Doggy paddle daydream Existence so shitty And there's no world left to escape in Because we must serve in between I'm living I'm dead or I'm nearly existing I think it remains to be seen Ending my shift and I file my report I strap myself in for the night Ah, tum-te-tum-te-tum... To sleep and wake and maybe find out That this is the day that I'll die