06/06/2010

CANIBALCENTRIC; If A Tree Falls In A Forest...

is it lust or lost?
a kiss on the spaces where skin is softer where viens pump faster
where falling
down
upon
my
knees
i call out to God and grab my gun and run to shoot my pastor MASTER
MASTER MASTER OF THE UNIVERSE CREATOR OF SUCH A
shabby globe
these are the promises you did not uphold
this is the doubt you placed in me
hypocrisy heresy he said synergy and i agree softer
softer is the way of the woman than the man the socially
constructed human can
the time has come to construct our bunkers and
eat tinned food
and hold our loved ones
human tin openers opening human tin
to eat the salty preserves of skin and is it lust
or is it lost
oh lost lust is leaving slowly for the door
no one saw or
heard the creak in the floor
alone the footsteps make a sound no one hears and so
everyone says there was never sound here is
nobody listening and world falling silent
but everyone's talking just the same
it was us the fuel of sinners and thieves
and if our lord in heaven is holding the reigns
well let it rain let it rain let it rain let it rain let it drain
out of me
for fathers our poor father our fore father and four fathers
left childless we are the mindless
and we are the strong
brute strength
no morals
we destroy all we touch
just to feel
the adrenaline pump
feel it rush and it gushes like the waves He threw
down and he hoped and prayed and wished we'd all drown
what have i created
what have you become
i had
lust for a world that is lost
that is
gone.