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rozz williams - who's in charge here (beneath the triumph of shadows) كلمات الأغنية

old -ss monkeys swivel in the discuss/fiscuss lovers yahtzee style
circle of viral disease spent in whirlpools of light hatred, beginnings of the new world…
“jimmy trick,” the sp-ce captain moaned from beneath the cosmic red rays of radioactive dead curl “you make my heart sing”
a h0m-s-xual antibiotic for no s-x in venereal hallway sleaze
cross its path if you must return head-burn, separate the vile scent from a misspent youth uncouth elders sent these children to their demise unrecognizable limbs sway in palm shadow
rigorous waves that i ride on, endless (so it seems), corrupt crawl, withdrawal – bent on trembling knee prayers, thrust up, thrown to sky
eyes torn out and tattered rags of emotion
devotion often squandered on a heap of melting flesh, mesh t–th, howl aloud –
“forget me not, forget me not”
recognition blurs and spurs me on to further acts of degradation
no boundaries, no limits, no sp-ce beyond acceptance of the m-ss genocide to come
squealing for a fat tomorrow never known
a quick infliction and the last convulsions of life into death begin and while you may think it morbid, the reality will not hide repulsion
it breeds like a plague-ridden flea from carc-ss to carc-ss
door to door parasite, sign your name to the list of those dying
get a hold, grip tender with your organ…
sugar s-x on a bed of holy wh0r-dom
there is no bill of sale with this love
let it all be known
in false dedication, i defile all before me
medicate the sh-ll of a body you thought was alive
hobby-horse-goat… gloating/bloated
candy cotton’s spun its web of sickening, sticky rush around you – nothing as it seems
apocalyptic memory soon come true
riding the pale horse which taunts you, haunts you with its wholesome/precome illusion
suck you f-ck, and suck until i c-m
what might it entail to flaunt you as the hustler you’ve become?
hole in the head, dreading the next image
a haystack needle mile, descending mend-tack pile ‘o skin and we cannot escape the inescapable
how could they?

- rozz williams

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