God Machine

The God machine is hungry

for individualism and ripe brains

the skull farmers do their rain dance

and pray the machine falls to sleep

she holds me close

and whispers wet

"there are cannibals among us."

mad in love with dry dead boys

in the backs of

abandoned cars

smoking the bones of children

plotting the murder of love

strapped into the chair

the needle now descends

as they lick their cracking lips

their twitching never ends

blood beneath their finger nails,

swallow all my pain

dirty needles break the skin

suck hard as I drain

drain me

drain me

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

amputate

amputate

can you remember how it felt to be alive?

your god machine is cold

and dead your eyes they cannot cry

fuck your deities of dying love

we have shot them down from the skies above

screaming convulsing

my eyes are bleeding

be silent now and take your beating

I wonder how long you would live

with a bullet in 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 breathe

I wonder how much pain it would take

to make you all believe

believe, believe, believe, believe

in me

I'm your god machine

fuck your god