Blackest Bileall around me
in the air hangs a wreath
of blackest bile, and smoke
that I can see
I open up my heart
and let it all in
and it kills all my love
Empty Churchesmaybe I'm just feeling
crushed
The famous paranormal researcher Raymond Cass begins: "The voices of unknown origin appearing on radio frequencies were first noticed in Scandinavia by the military in the `30s, and were put down at the time to secret Nazi transmitters." He continues: "After the war, no records of secret Nazi transmissions ever came to light. The voices didn't stop after the war, but it was not until 1959 that Frederich Jorgensen noticed intrusions on tape and commenced his own systematic study. A disturbing fact soon emerged; the voices zeroed in onto [Jorgensen], addressing him by name, revealing knowledge of his thoughts and actions and claiming to be the voices of deceased friends and acquaintances."
Grave Filled With BooksI don't know what anything means.
I think I've forgotten how to sleep,
and I'm not the only one.
I will break my spine on the page,
like the books that will up my grave.
I am entombed in my bed
Guilt Is My BoyfriendI don't think it's funny
I don't fool around
if you're so fucking tired
why aren't you in the ground
Because guilt is my boyfriend
and I'm very dearly wed
at wakes you don't wake up
No One Is Ever Going To Want MeI'm armed to the teeth
like a fucking animal
I ruin everything
I get my bony hands on
and here we go, now
over the bridge of sighs
we will get a cross like christ, crucified
The Haunting PresenceGiles Corey, bloody, gory,
we will redress your wrongs
bloody, battered,
nothing matters,
somehow, just makes it worse
and I don't care if I live or die,
because I ain't ever going to no other side,
Winter's HouseOh, my love, my ancient son
angry at everyone
mouth full of thorns pulled from nature's back
yeah, we'll never forget that
Born on an ancient day
named with an ancient name
they don't know, they don't care