So now the time has run you down,
like a drunk driver,
suicide bomber;
weak and waiting,
suffer longer.
Drawn out poison,
placed and bought,
this rebel angel;
outlaw – uncaught.
Here lies your sense of right and wrong.
Plague cured – pilfered for a song.
Drag demons out for my benefit.
Malevolent, but the world still needs it.
Cut out – Infections like disease.
Without – Sickening, still in need.
Pleasure will cure this cancer,
lightless life in dark forever.
Gonna open up and bleed upon this,
puncture, pierce and fuck this promise.
Take away the light – darkness will expose,
after futile life – we all lay down in rows.
So many masters –
masochistic motherfuckers,
sadists and bastards,
devour each other.
HG – 2000-2005
