This Place Is Black Scorch marks on the ceiling Orange dangling nipple light Hole in the wall Hanging key above the door A year full of stories On the shelf Bits here Pieces there It's beginning to look a little threadbare The cross The symbols The pagan themes It's starting to come apart at the seams The used and discarded Stay as they were Reality and dream Becoming a blur The pictures are different But they're all the same How long will it be before YOU accept some of the blame This place is black It makes me sad I don't know why I keep coming back

The Day Before... The day before the day before, I nailed my head to the door! At this point I feel I should mention I wasn't looking for attention. I just had to scratch that itch, Because it was a fucking bitch! Every day fills me with dread, Because that fucking itch is in my head! I don't care if you understand this verse Because I do, And that's even worse!

On your lips I anoint a kiss Hold me close as we dance At the edge of the abyss On the brain freeze needles... We waltz. Together we are bound Too scared to look down Hold me while I'm dreaming My soul is screaming... And we dance.

Is There A Problem...? The 'Jack' hits the back of your throat and it screams 'I'm lovely, I'm gorgeous, I'm really obscene!' More! More! More! Give me more! Swallow it down like a cheap filthy whore! Knock it back 'til you're sick What a dick! What a punk! Lose control of yourself now you're blind stinking drunk. How do you feel when you wake in the morning from this, Lying in a stinking puddle of piss!

A Quadrophonic Split There is not one but two of me Sometimes four but mostly three Why not take some time to find The others here inside my mind!