Kneel to prayHate me now. Kill all within my hands. Hate me nowCrush all within my hands. Squeeze all within my hands.Choke all within my hands.James HetfieldDeformed, distressed, abused and brokenThe recent magic’s dia...

Over my headTake those things away,Take your damn controlLet us end the playRight before we fallTake what’s dear to youSo I will take minePut the anguish throughBoundary of our timeIt’s coming over my head,...

The endtimeTake me by the handMy new home, you understand,Calls me,Calls me our of hereMove me out of lifeAs cold rain strew up the nightStormed outTo my faded tearsThere was no surpriseIf I couldn’t eve...

And It Feels Right This TimeAnd it feels right this timeIn this world full of nothing but rhymeIn this freedom of loss and cold fightWe survive in the nightAnd it feels hot this timeThough my hands freezing in blood stained...

Absurdum MobileThe stench of decay under your nails' like taboo of a virginSomniferous ghoul, neuroleptic merchild.Licking the carcass of the discarded heroin surgeonPut on garlic lace, devastating you piledI have heard the dea...

The outside worldI never felt as lonely as it’s nowDevote myself to bottle and some jayAnd watch bar-crossing sympathizing cowHer jeans set tight as smiles she gives awayMy horny god is one-horned up to neckIt swallows up w...

Welcome ThroughCry out loud - there's no one hereLet them play and disappearSee the world again betraysThey fear only not themselvesThis fine world is not for youYou collapsed and so did IStaright and gay and freak's no...

Doomed NightsAs the darkness falls into my casementI am weeping on my bed aloneKeep recalling all that love should have meantKeep retrieving all that’s long time goneThat is just because you’re not around hereAnd I wait sus...

THE PRUITT-IGOE PETRICHORPerchance the bliss did yon aboundWith matin o'er the roses bleedAnd marigold wane safe and soundWith moonlit spots into the weedWhereon with garment of our woeWe were betroth'd with joyance ere...

The Pruitt-Igoe PetrichorPerchance the bliss did yon aboundWith matin o'er the roses bleedAnd marigold wane safe and soundWith moonlit spots into the weedWhereon with garment of our woeWe were betroth'd with joyance ere...