Faces carved up


I’m  a butcher and

Your soul is my liver


Faces carved up


I have you buddy

I’ve got your guts and spleen


Here in my hands


What are your days..

What are your nights..


Walking inside your hooker dreams

Wild, angry, crazy, lonely is a


Jesus looking for love


Why you look like a guy

Who shouldn’t be here


Yeah..you think so


I am this animal

That howls


Sad and demonic





I’ve got your fear, your plastic

ego, your deceiving heart


I’ve got you just as YOU’VE

got me


A mask hanging

silently on a stick




what folly we are


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