MAN OF CONSTANT SORROW
I remember the endless longing
that called inside of me
from fountains of expression
trying to break free
Nothing left to say
when the walls give way
Still I can faintly recall
the subtle purity
of youthfull inspiration
and insecurity
Nothing left to say
when the child finds his way
Pride and the drive that started the dream
turned in time to an endless obsession
Caught in a vicious circle of compulsion
possessed by the goal and the possession
Desires bind the truth to secrecy
but behind the aspirations I see
a life devoted to blind ambitio
that called inside of me
from fountains of expression
trying to break free
Nothing left to say
when the walls give way
Still I can faintly recall
the subtle purity
of youthfull inspiration
and insecurity
Nothing left to say
when the child finds his way
Pride and the drive that started the dream
turned in time to an endless obsession
Caught in a vicious circle of compulsion
possessed by the goal and the possession
Desires bind the truth to secrecy
but behind the aspirations I see
a life devoted to blind ambitio
Let Me Vomit
Helpless limb, silent minds,
Vulgar mass, eats your flesh
Putrid carrion, lasting pain,
Eaten life, death is certain
Pain, scream, groan
Your blood is like a
Pus which is gore
Your flesh is full of
Biles, pus and scurfs
Repulsive stench of
Dead, sordid flesh,
Your death is brutal
Biles, pus and scurfs
Your flesh is like a dead, stinking dog you
Change into remains
Which are dead, last chance
Is gone, but burnt
Dead flesh is blent
With black carbon