by Stephen Crane | A spirit sped A spirit sped Through spaces of night; And as he sped, he called, "God! God!" He went through valleys Of black death-slime, Ever calling, "God! God!" Their echoes From crevice and cavern Mocked him: "God! God! God!" Fleetly into the plains of space He went, ever calling, "God! God!" Eventually, then, he screamed, Mad in denial, "Ah, there is no God!" A swift hand, A sword from the sky, Smote him, And he was dead

I heard your ego died Brainslide Your Personality fried Brainslide It was rotting from inside Brainslide A cancerous fucking vibe Brainslide Dry your childish eyes Brainslide Drowning all those lies Brainslide Feeling fucking snide Brainslide Cancel the divide Brainslide Targets open wide Brain slide Vulnerable inside Brain slide Darkening my skies Brain slide Forcing us to hide Brain slide

Get that monkey off my back And chase that dragon I dont want it near me x4 1) Opium tincture openthe sinister Raped by the minister Loved by the visitor The spinster Don’t mince her Words to convince ya The secret will rinse her Deflate and finish her I see all the cynics were Trying to mimic her Trying to link her Pulling and wringing her l I turn on the limiter Morphine in wine A sign of the times A time of sick crimes And the grime is a sign To open the mind And the eyes of the blind Then you will find It’s all by design Designed to define A truthful decline The chakras align It’s all too malign Its evil defined And god is declined From our part this time Now my Sanity’s on the line 2) A nice little sip and you’re into the warm zone And out of the friend zone And back in the war zone You need some naltrexone The brighten those deaf tones The quieten those mind clones With faces in smartphones And egos and bank loans And bloody Al —Cap-ones To build up your nice homes Your life can’t be postponed It’s time you were de throned And joining the unknown The seeds are sown the fields are dry The shields do fly When eyes begin to cry When fat begins to fry It fries the ties And the awful supri se That’s materialised From the void and it’s pages To the bulging roid ragers To the stroppy teenagers A book full of pages Despite all their ages And mobiles and pagers And zero hour wages We do things in stages Like wolves in their cages 3) The milk from a poppy The habit has got me The dragon takes over So chase it completely It’s seem to complete me But really defeats me It isn’t a secret So come on and beat me The habit soon eats me Behaviour repeating Negative treaties Emotional weakness A dream of here after A swing from the rafters The grifters and grafters Are there with the laughter To string up the martyrs And be with the fathers You know what I mean It’s a fucking palaver It’s all a big guess From cradle till death From your very last breath To your rebirth and stress Till you finally regress From all of this mess A step to the left Is a step to the west In the age of defence We spare no expense

Aphrodisiac 1. You wrote all that crap you don’t want me back My Aphrodisiac I’m strung out on crack My fucking Pontiac My little bureaucrat My fucking grinning cat I’ll never fancy that To many needle tracks To turn my fucking back My shiny Cadillac A fucking maniac A bloody battle axe Bodies ate by rats And bats in the belfry When you’re feeling unhealthy Don’t turn to the wealthy They care for the self see Not for your family their own dirty history A Sherlock Holmes’s mystery Angela fucking lansberry murder she wrote On the suicide note Now let’s take a vote While the murderer gloats Let’s raise a toast To the scariest host The devil rides out On the holy fucking ghost 2 A bit o Dennis Wheatley To satanise completely To sanitise so weakly To clarify so sweetly To vilify their treaty And build upon their weakness To weaponise their meekness For they inherit the Earth Its been Decreed since their birth A holy blood line A waste of fucking time A red warning sign It’s demolition time And do you have the time To listen to me whine Red red wine it Goes to my head and I May as well be dead and I May as well be red I like to be well read And work out what is said No using on their own head Their brain is never fed Imagination long dead ? M8: Spanish fly … you need to get some Spanish fly x 4 3. Get out the oysters So slimy with moisture To satisfy the tales Of the old wives and Fail To turn on the Fire To boot up desire They will conspire To pull out your wires Plug it in plug in baby Maybe baby not so crazy shady lady made me Wade in With the crooks and queers and sadists When you don’t fit in You find a square hole Even though your soul Fits a round shaped hole It’s all a giant joke To prod and to provoke To gaslight and smoke To crush any hope My aphrodisiac My tenner bag of smack Lets get the fucking pipe And smoke a little crack My aphrodisiac My tenner bag of smack Lets get the fucking pipe And smoke a little crack

Cokblok 1] Colourful catholics Fucked geriatrics Becoming pedantic and melodramatic It doesn’t take a habit To cauterise and stab it a bunch of fucking rabbits digging for carrots Vibrant violence to cut through the silence To kill all the spiders Instill some guidance To be what they’ve licensed To sharpen their tridents To blame all the migrants Displace and divide them 2] Overbearing parent unscrews all the locks Will search through your jocks For some little crack rocks A massive cockblock Time to wank in a sock While they queue up and watch cos it’s all a big crock Time passes by and an aye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth an extraction then cry Rip out the nerves then buzz kill your high to die is to live and to live is to die 3] Just when you thought it was safe to go in your cast from the pit for original sin Thrown to the depths to the darkness and more To the piss on the bed sheets And the foetus on the floor To the shit on the shoe and the heart stuck with glue A table for two or A fable too true A story for teaching A tale to be preaching The villains are reaching And they’re all quoting Nietzsche 4] So off to your operas you fucking cock blockers You came her to conquer You think im fucking bonkers You might think I’m sad when I’m fact I’m quite glad To be thought of as bad Can drive you quite mad Lunatic ,lunar chick I pick quick ,when there’s a mix A crucifix a, sharpened stick No more tricks ,from all you pricks funny games , name and Shame Use your brain, in the membrane It maybe wild, it could be tame It will never, be the same

illerama I had a dream the other day I woke enraged and power-crazed the ability developed within my head to suddenly wish folk dead with great power Comes re spons ibility It’s time to list it do it sensibly Start with those -I beef with personally Then move on to hated celebrities famous for nothing But pure stupidity tv twats A fucking cacophony top of the list are political types The tories the libs and they’re all full of shite It ain’t to hard to say which one of them dies I can make em all vanish in the blink of an eye . anyone that’s ever tried to cause me I’ll I’ll imagine them taking a cyanide pill 2 Not forgetting step dad Schitzo and strange If he wasn’t doing time I’d liquify his brain And all the bully boys from school when I was young I’d choke them all to death by swelling their tongues Then I’d send their bloated eyes in a package to their mums Then turn their bloody bones into a set of bloody drums All the tyrant teachers All the power hungry shits I’d eviscerate their guts and lungs And burn their private bits I’d get medieval on their ass And see their skins all cut and stripped stab the screws in prison Their a bunch of petty pricks I’d stick them in a cage with a pack of hungry dogs and then pull off their legs Like a chainsaw cutting logs x2 3 And how about the other cons The ones that tried to try it on I’d use my power in a flash They would not last for very long The bullies and the deviants The dirty cunts and miscreants Architect their dominance and Masturbate their abstinence Cultivate and captivate Whatever that you can create Dont be scared to make mistakes This takes all manner of distaste For heavens sake begin to take a hold of fate its not to late The hour is late and the clock ticks on And on and left No time to jest No time for zest They’re not impressed Just catch your breath You’re close to death