1. ROULETTE DARES (THE HAUNT OF)

Transient jet lag ecto mimed bison
This is the haunt of roulette dares
Ruse of metacarpi, caveat emptor
To all that enter here

Open wrist talk back again
In the wounded of its skin
They'll pinprick the witness
In ritual contrition

The AM trinity
Fell upon asphyxia
Derailed
In the rattles of

Made its way through the tracks of a Snail slouching whisper
A half ass commute through Umbilical blisters
Specter will lurk, radar has gathered
Midnight neuces from boxcar cadavers

Exoskeletal junction at the railroad, delayed

It's because this is ...

Cranial bleeding
Leaches train the living
Cursed are they who speak its name
Ruse of metacarpi
Caveat emptor
To all that enter here

Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed

It's because this is…

Rattling the laughter hinges splintering inside
Bludgeoned to a saddle, rang the cloister bell inside
Inside

Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed

It's because this is...


2. DRUNKSHIP OF LANTERNS

You've got the lot to burn
A shelve of pig smothered cries
Is there a spirit that spits
Upon the exit of signs ?

Is anybody there ?
These steps keep on growing long
Bayonet trials
Rust propellers await

No …

Nobody is heard
Rowing sheep smiles for the dead
Nobody is heard

An antiquated home
A float with engines on mute
Sui generis ship
Spined around the yard

Is anybody there ?
These craft only multiply
At the nape of ruins
Rust propellers await

No …

Nobody is heard
Compass wilting in the wind
Nobody is heard
Rowing sheep smile for the dead
Transoceanic depth in this earth
In this cenotaph

Lash of one thousand eye brows clicking
Counting the toll
Counting the toll

You've got the lot to burn
A shelve of pig smothered cries
Is there a spirit that spits
Upon the exit of signs ?

Is anybody there ?
These steps keep on growing long
Bayonet trials
Rust propellers await

Nobody is heard
Compass wilting in the wind
Nobody is heard
Rowing sheep smile for the dead
Transoceanic depth in this earth
In this cenotaph

Carpel jets hit the ground

Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking
Counting the toll
Counting the toll

Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking
Counting the toll
Counting the toll


3. CICATRIZ ESP

Do you recall its name ?
As it suggested beck and call
This face and heel
Will drag your halo through the mud

Ash of pompei
Erupting in a statues dust
Shrouded in veils
Because these handcuffs hurt too much

Still scalping this ticketless applause
And when they drag the lake there's nothing left at all

Sutured, contusion
Beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague
I've lost my way
Even if this cul de sac would pay
To reach inside a vault
Whatever be the cost

Sterling clear blackened ice
And when they drag the lake there's nothing left at all

I've defected I've defected I've defected

This is my last incision
The stitches have defected
Beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague
I've lost my way
Even if this cul de sac did pay
Beyond the anthills of I've lost my way
Even if you reach inside a vault
Whatever be the cost

Sterling clear blackened ice
And when they drag they lake there's nothing left at all

I've defected I've defected


4. TELEVATORS

Just as he hit the ground
They lowered a tow that
Stuck in his neck to the gills
Fragments of sobriquets
Riddle me this
Three half eaten cornias
Who hit the aureole

Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground

You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway
Autodafe
A capulary hint of red
Only this manupod crescent in shape has escaped

The house half the way
Fell empty with teeth that
Split both his lips, mark these words
One day this chalk outline
Will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt
That cushioned his face ?
A room colored charlatan
Hid in a safe

Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground

You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Autodafe
A capulary hint of red
Only this manupod crescent in shape has escaped

Pull the pins
Save your grace
Mark these words
On his grave
Pull the pins
Save your grace
Mark these words
On his grave

You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Autodafe
A capulary hint of red
Everyone knows the last toes are always the coldest to go