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BURN THE PRIEST LYRICS

Burn the Priest

"Burn the Priest" (1999)

1. Bloodletting
2. Dimera
3. Resurrection #9
4. Goatfish
5. Salvation
6. Lies Of Autumn
7. Chronic Auditory Hallucination
8. Suffering Bastard
9. Buckeye
10. Lame
11. Preaching To The Converted
12. Departure Hymn
13. Duane







1. Bloodletting

Archaic methods transfer through well in the face of mass denial. Bitterness fuels the mode for the escape of mediocrity. Stepping the grate, shattered nerves ground down to a glass edge carrying me away. Bloodletting a favorite game of solitaire. A suicide mission destined to fail, a moving ladder to climb taking me away. I wouldnít have it any other way.




2. Dimera

With just a flick of the opal banded finger I will throw you into a concentric mental decline. I control your elation, I control your depression. I take as I wish memory, clothed in a raiment noir. (I take you under my black wing.) I take you under my dark wing and nurture you in hate to dwell forever in a Maison Blanche. Purity through corruption, who am I to blame when your basest instincts are realized?




3. Resurrection #9

Lay waste torn asunder weak and lost in the past. Obfuscates the self mind, ripped it away. Cobwebs and motes in the eye of the sun god. I think not, serpent get thee behind me. Eradicated your somnambulant enigma. This field has lain fallow, wonít erode, wonít soak up the sediment from your poisoned mind. No, I wonít soak up your misery, wonít soak up your weakness, wonít soak up your banality. Taste vanadium, wide awake realizing what youíve done. Taste the frost, you chose your own death you know that you choose well. I hate myself but not as much as I hate you. Tear yourself down.




4. Goatfish

Ripped out all the options, busted broke still drunk on hubris and the night before. Mechanically destroying the self, pushing. Annihilate, live in the vernacular. Deconstruct through alcohol, pacify with the liquid placebo. Flatline of the cranium, my only wish to destroy. You just met the last motherfucker who truly does not give a fuckÖGoatfish.




5. Salvation

Smothered under your affection, solitude an acquisition, symbiosis turned parasitic. Now Iím starting to regret this, dying to be alone. Bleed me as Iím dying to be alone. A weight on my back a noose around my neck a clot in my veins a worm in my gut all this and more are you. Please leave me alone. I canít breathe air from your mouth I canít move in your embrace I need a void in my life but youíve taken all the nothing.




6. Lies Of Autumn

As the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper, thoughts turn acrid and curl like cigarette smoke rising from a butt ground out on my arm. Step into this decay and experience dissolution. Crucified on a plank of cruelty, crucified on a plank of apathy to sleep the winter away. Immobile for the cold duration. Huddled in isolation, to sleep the winter away.




7. Chronic Auditory Hallucination

Picking crumbs from the beards of others, futile organisms with no spine. Human lice with no spine slips into a neural wreck of humanityís rot. Trust ripping away, dying. Your breed is weak, the taste of strength bitter to your palate of doubt. A remnant of what was, once left, a relic you pissed it away. Your breed is weak, a thing so weak. Mutual downslide into mediocrity, you knew better but you pissed it all away. Weak.




8. Suffering Bastard

Shorn of apocryphal pride, the locks falls predicting strife. Cranium exposed, denial of aesthetic. Push it a little farther. All of this burnt to ashes, all of this torn to rags. I donít know what the fuck have I become? Synapses snapping mortality decimated. Breakdown whiskey shifts hate into overdrive. Realizing itís murder of the self so clean. Hand reaches out desecrates impunity. Ripping away foundationís identity replacing with shame. Transgression mythologized, indiscretions immortalized. Anger inflamed with dry rot, pushing towards severance. What a bloody mess. Visiting dark sites unknown, grief lands like a ton of bricks. All of this burnt to ashes, all of this torn to ragsÖ




9. Buckeye

Turn on all the light and punch them out. All four burners going, pile it on fire. Metal sparks in the nuclear box. Fist through a window pane and our broken coffee cups litter the kitchen floor. Smoke rolling across the ceiling suck down the brideís champagne and swallow a few more sleepy ones. Pass the bottle to none and swing from the gate. Speak in the name of suffering as loud as it gets. Knuckled holes in everything spittle and love fling into a crying eye that runs away. A dead dog in the street nothing brings a slain king back. Youíll never know the bittersweet smell of leaving this world of your own volition. So jacked up.




10. Lame

Whine, whine, whine. How can you afford to throw me those looks when you havenít pulled the bloody wool from over your eyes yet? How can you say those things to me when you havenít pulled the boot of the past out of your mouth? Tepid morals personality set for easy calibration knowledge of importance paramount. Marooned a suicidal caste deal with isolation grease the wheels chameleon. Sliding through social strata and yet you still whine. Your conviction is merely iconographic. Iím so sick of hearing you whine shut up.




11. Preaching To The Converted

The Public wants what the public gets. Lazarus himself wouldnít rise into this world. Decry relativity damned petulant for seeing through a Trojan horse full of zyklon while Judasí coffers overflow. What? New world (dis)order is nothing new. Choking on poison air pouring whiskey into crescent moon lacerations. Time to bite the hand that beats. Teach our children well, teach them to kill. Global jihad for a thousand years. Sanctified our blood spills, sutured with commodities. Iron fist in silken glove ripping away autonomy, replacing with a placebo. Realize that our wounds will never heal while Judasí coffers overflow.




12. Departure Hymn

We are in this world not of it. Spreading like vermin the last of the breed. Screaming into an urban wind broken glass asphalt undertow trash blows down deserted streets. This organism will survive and breed.




13. Duane

Flickering lies glazed cornea creating cerebral corpses. A senseless data overload a prime-time hypnosis bow to idiot box. Self-induced anueretic sty waves flatline encapsulated time tape eraser mind waste away your life.


(Hidden Track - "Ruiner" --->) How light could be our darkest hour? None will be left when they come to collect their blood debts. All accounts will run dry, a binary vessel full of nothing but dust. A vicious lust for control has turned us into faceless pawns for faceless kings, shedding rivers of blood turned the color of lucre greed. Fiscal commandments impel and we will obey blindly. The fury of the sun has passed into the hands of men whose hands were already too full of abused strength and anger, of abused strength and power. Bio-economics killing again and again.

 


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