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Hymns of the Needle Freaks

"Hymns of the Needle Freaks" (1993 Demo)

1. Dr. Seuss Is Dead
2. What Color Is Death?
3. Scream of the Butterfly
4. God Machine
5. The Mortician's Flame
6. Dope Fiend
7. Finger Paintings of the Insane
8. Jezebel

1. Dr. Seuss Is Dead

A cloud of flies obscure the sun a stone is dropped the dream
undone ripples grow and ride the tide the dead thing crawls
from deep inside with its dying sour breath the burning smell
of insect flesh hungry things in circles crowd around tv's
turned up to loud we are the dead next door where the dirty
needles shine and litter the floor taste the light inject the
lord I cut myself again because I'm so fuckin' bored the dream
is swirling, I'm alone where the streets are paved with bone
buidings with a hundred eyes watch me thru the swarming flies
behind shades pulled down tight things are growing without
light hungry things in circles crowd around tvd turned up to
loud the dream sea has been poisoned the stop light splashes
me read innocence suffocated in its sleep dr. sues is dead

2. What Color Is Death?

The shade of an ice pick sinking into flesh sex-n-sex-n-sex-n-
death I don't want you I want your flesh close my eyes and
dream of death slip away and take a breath rivers running dark
and cool how can nothingness be cruel? Trip with me and meet
the sun this orgasm of light suck the world inside yourself
spitting forth the night I listen to the trees they hum and
hold hands with the moon insects whisper sweet nothings the
solar system blooms the skulls of babies grow within the gar-
den of the soul where the girls run barefoot and all life
lives uncontrolled come on baby let's kick back and bleed with
me awhile never mind the cold black truth that stains the
kitchen tile

3. Scream of the Butterfly

A creature made of sunshine her eyes were like the sky rabbit
howls like something old as we twitch to her lullaby the scal-
pel shines in gods sunshine street lights whisper pain down
here ner the position stream our god has gone insane she smi-
les like a child with flowers in her hair with blood on her
hands into the sun she stares she feels it die, I heard her
cry like the scream of the butterfly sunshine a house in fla-
mes she likes it where she gets it but it's never felt the
same surgery in the house of dissection when your candle burns
out I will resurrect you she runs through fields of daisies
yeah it's just a shame that they eat their own babies who
cares cause the air is free when you get there will you kiss
the dead for me? There's blood on the moon and the summer is
cold there's love in the room but that's getting old there's
blood on my face sittin' on a dead shore a highway of empti-
ness and I', gettin bored there's blood on the moon as we plan
our escape the goddess in blood handcuffed and raped there's
blood in the bathtub murder the king there's blood on the moon
there's blood on just about everything something cold is for-
ced inside her a tear spills down her cheek stillborn songs of
a dead dreamer, hymns of the needle freak with sunlight in her
hair she smiles like she don't care her dreams are liquid blue
I cut myself again and again to remind myself of you

4. God Machine

Strapped into the chair the needle now descents as they lick
their cracking lips their twitching never ends blood beneath
their finger nails, swallow all my pain dirty needles break
the skin now suck hard as I drain sunken eyes, a twisted spine
a whiter shade of pale rockabilly man come to pound the coffin
nails inject my stomach full of cockroach eggs their machine
is coming carried on a million legs waking in the sleep of
reason winter is the forever season lick thy mother's bleeding
lips from this glass of hate we sip fuck the glass we pump the
keg kill conception at the egg her chin is wet with someone's
hate love, disfigure, amputate can you remember how it felt to
be alive? Your god machine is cold and dead your eyes they
cannot cry fuck you deities of dying love we have shot them
down from the skies above screaming convulsing my eyes are
bleeding be silent now and take you beating I wonder how long
you would live with a bullet un your gut I wonder how much
shit you'd talk if your throat was cut I wonder what you'd
sound like begging me to let you breath I wonder how much pain
it would take to make you all beleive

5. The Mortician's Flame

Hunter of tears, relative to pain half of this world is dark
with the stain the stain of unknowing the dead flowe buds, on
smiling lips is innocent blood the corpse of your god can only
rot and grow cold now promise you'll kill me before I get old
I heard you on the telephone moaning my doom a cold woman will
kill me in a darkened room the chain-saw smile of the mortici-
an shines I still got all my fingers but somewhere I lost my
mind I can smell abortion on you I can see thru I take the gun
out of my mouth and point it at you

6. Dope Fiend

Why do you love, to lick my wounds why do you love to twist my
pain, why do you love to suck! My life why do you look so dead
kill me I'm a dope fiend do not touch me for I am unclean kill
you television do it for god kill the corpse holding the cre-
dit card screaming insects hail the queen welcome the killer
home hold me close to your dead heart and let the rapist roam
put your bloody hands on me whisper in my ear burning bodies
keep us warm and have for a million years yeah mother fucker
I'm high and I'm thankful just to be alive

7. Finger Paintings of the Insane

Turning the knife buried in your stomach I woke up alive black
with stain glistening and new the sunset's coming fingerpain-
tings of the insane come on and sterilize me kneel down and
idolize me suck me fuck me resurrect me rut me cut me and
infect me slice me dice me I wanna die screamin the thoughts
of dead babies wiped away with my semen bleed me feed me and
inject me feel me, kill me then dissect me the pigs will sque-
al their blood will drain finger paintings of the insane slice
the throat of authority imagining infinity greasy smoke bil-
lows into the sky coach roach dreams, the human dust of pain
twitching screaming hide your razor face finger paintings of
the insane bloody mountain momma rockabilly machine kiddy porn
lover with a mouth for disease giddy'up honey my rubber fuck
doll when your candle's snuffed out I'll burn brighter than
before pink poinsttias for emotion that died a chilling war-
gasm that feels like cyanide her pussy bleeds sunshine, rabid
for flesh as each raindrop plunges to its death

8. Jezebel

Her throat is soft her lips are red her thighs re white her
heart is dead jezabell red rope burns around her wrists her
blood is cold a serpent's kiss do you need love whore? I like
to hear you beg she's crouched down in the corner with her
hands between her legs jezabell broken glass and dirty need-
les, soul erosion truth electric god our superman found dead
in a telephone booth shards of teeth ice pick abortions orgas-
mic death, so warm let's die screamin' black goat semen I
can't hear you whisper 'conform' hearts will stop and brain
cells pop apocalyptic sunshine high she screams bloody murder
as they chop off her fingers so this is how it feels to die
but it's o.k. she was screamin' bout conspiracy talkin' bout
takin' sides I was masturbating just contemplating the cold
love of suicide, hearts will stop and brain cells pop apoca-
lyptic sunshine high she screams bloody murder as they chop
off her fingers so this is how it feels to die


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