Schaft

heba burns!
The blood red rain will stain your name
Behold the Lord of Pain

He speaks I cannot hear
But I understand
He plugs me into his socket
I slip into his brain
Flower blood cells
The hero inside my brain
Yours is the mark
One hopeless dream
And comes your guilt
This sordid stream
My mind machine
I feel my stomach churns
Bathsheba burns
The blood red rain
Will stain your name
Behold the Lord of Pain

Lyrics by Maki Fujii and Raymond Watts





__________Thirsty Fly__________

Any sense of dignity you have felt
Any sense of reality I need help
Any sense of this animal you could be
Any sense at all give it to me
Any sense at all give it to me
Come under me come under me

Lie to believe
One mile to concede
Here I thirst and I plead
Burn that skin off your knees

Any sense of hope and what could be
I wash away in self pity
In the grip and grime this muddled time
I throw more wine on the drowning mind
Give it to me come unto me
Come under me come under me

Lie to believe
One mile to concede
Here I thirst and I plead
Burn that skin off your knees

Who's the one who saw him die?
"I am said the fly
With my little eye
I'm the one who saw him die"
"Put a little sugar on there baby
...and a little talcum is always walcum"

Little busy thirsty fly drink with me And drink as I
Little busy thirsty fly drink with me Get drunk as I
Little busy thirsty fly
Drink with me and watch me die

Lie to believe
One mile to concede
Here I thirst and I plead
Burn that skin off your knees





__________SKF10047__________

(instrumental)





__________Nothing*__________

I scrape my name off the seven skins of excess
I hang my pickled brain on the rusty nail of success
I scratch my sodden skin stained eyes...
I scratch my sodden skin stained eyes
With the suffering of my kin and kind
With the suffering of my kin and kind
With the suffering my killing's kind
My killing kind
My killing kind
My killing's kind
My killing's kind

I wanna know how you feel from the inside out
I wanna know how it feels out of my sinside on your inside
I'm on the inside

This is the anthem of the dispossessed
This is the endless chain that sprouts aggression
This is the bigotry that grows and grows into oppression
I am the poison water that lies within your well
These words are wind though you wear them well
The wretched blade turns to your wrists
Endows it with its special gifts

I scratch my sodden skin stained eyes...
I scratch my sodden skin stained eyes
With the suffering of my killing kind
My killing kind
My killing kind
My killing's kind
My killing's kind





__________Slice*__________

Once twice sometimes thrice I came for you with a stanley knife
Nicely nicely come on excite me I wanna Feel your metal slice me
Feel defile oh so dumb I see you hurt now here I come
I'm silent I'm violent lie still while I Have my will
I'm soon hot soon cold

A mismarriage of velvet how I feel it
My skin is aflame my mind is lame
You twist this knot and feed my pain
Slice slice here comes the knife
Slice slice here comes the knife
Feed the fire on my funeral pyre you're the pearl I'm the pain

You're the lesion I'm the lesion I hear A great big noise inside my head
A squinting eye a squeezing finger bide the hurts with a chink of lead
There's a fear filled blood red sea in my mind a fount of lies is my legacy
Gimme the space and I'll show you the pace
You're the fish I'm the foul meat in the middle
Turn up the fire put the flesh on the griddle
You're the place that holds me in its spell
That holds me like the native place
To you I talk, walk and stalk

The seaboard secret strikes the line
The land I burn is all that's mine
Burn your lover
Burn your shrine
Fill my cup and bide my time
I'm the silent cyclone the silent medicine
This killin' is fillin' my cup to brimmin'
You obey while I betray
I taste and die heave and cry
Yearn for one more reddened eye
The tree the flower and the seed
Will supporate and dry and bleed

Your secret skin will spell my name
Your secret skin will shelter me
Your secret skin will smell of me
Your secret skin will hide this
shame





__________Broken English__________

I could have got through anytime
Cold lonely puritan
What are you fighting for
It's not my security
It's just an old war
Not even a cold war

Don't say it in Russian
Don't say it in German
Say it in b ro ken En glis h
Say it in...
b rok en E ng l ish

Lose your father your husband
Your mother your children
What are you fighting for

It's not my reality
It's just an old war
Not even a cold war
Don't say it in Russian
Don't say it in German
Say it in bro ke n E ng lish
Say it in br ok en Eng li sh

Lyrics by Faithful, Raynolds, Mavety, York, Stannard
Originally recorded by Marianne Faithful





__________Merry Christmas On Mars__________

(instrumental)





__________InFORMation__________






__________Visual Cortex__________






__________Fetid Air*__________

I was coming up for air
I was sick she was despair
My mind was thrilling
Her body was willing
How I weep to sleep
I count the cost
I can't believe all that I have lost do you hear me?
Or feel me? believe me? when I tell you could I beed
Less than is needless, could you be
Shamed damned and blamed
Like I shame you?

I was gonna get my share
I was drunk on the fetid air she was breathing
I was seething
She was blotched, beautiful bloody and bored
I was coming and coming and coming
It was running on her open sores do you hear me?
Or feel me? believe me? when I tell you could I bleed
Less than needless, could you be
shamed damned and blamed
Like I shame you?

I've got a legacy of hot night and bloody height
I was brief baby
She was my relief
Now I hide in the light and in the love
And in this fear of a switchblade

Do you hear me? or feel me? believe me? When I tell you could I bleed
Less than is needless, could you be
shamed damned and blamed
Like I shame you?
Like I shame you and you and you?
Like I shame you?
Like I shame you and you and you?
Like I shame you?





__________Arbor Vitate* (S)__________

this is the good for my belief, this is the gun for my relief
this is the GOD
this is the GUN
one is for killing one is for fun... fun... FUN!

POW POW! easy come POW POW POW easy go
POW POW! easy come POW POW POW easy go
this is the good for my belief, this is the gun for my relief
this is the GOD
this is the GUN
one is for killing one is for fun

I am the town that loves to lie, that shame passed by
this is the city where the windows weep, the only answer to my conceit
my god is good my god is right he'll give me what I need tonight
my god is good my god is right he'll give me what I need tonight
you are the one I recognize but in your warmth i could realize
I am the sum of all I despise but I soon start to feel
alive!

YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH
you are the good for my belief, this is the gun for my relief
this is the GOD
this is the GUN
one is for killing one is for fun

my god is good my god is right he'll give me what I need tonight
here is the good in my belief, this is the bullet that's my relief
this is the GOD
this is the GUN
one is for killing one is for fun
he is made for my belief, this is the bullet that's my relief
this is the GOD
this is the GUN
one is for kiling one is for fun

YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH
I could kill someone tonight, slip and slide to the hurt and high
run around with a
switchblade
come with you in the morning light

my god is good my god is right he'll give me what I need tonight
my god is good my god is right he'll give me what I need tonight
this finger itches for the spike and soon
in this city where you weep
into the womb that is your only tomb!

my god is good my god is right he'll give me what I need tonight
my god is good my god is right he'll give me what I need tonight
my god is good my god is right he'll give me what I need tonight
my god is good my god is right he'll give me what I need
TONIGHT!





__________Cold Light*__________

In your cold light I make this gun my lawful wife
In your cold light I come alive with a stanley knife
In your cold light I can see right through my life
Take me my maker
Got the noose got the neck
If only I could break her hate her save her
If only I could break her hate her save her
From you

In your cold light I walk into tinseltown
In your cold light these sheets are lit with broken hearts
In your cold light I will soon surrender
here comes success
With your fear with your fist and a flick of the wrist

Here comes a candle to light you to bed
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head
Here comes a candle to light you to bed
Here comes a chopper to chop
Chop
Chop off your head

I'm coming on success
With your fear with your fist and a flick of the wrist
SURRENDER! SURRENDER! SURRENDER! SURRENDER!
SURRENDER! SURRENDER! SURRENDER!
SURRENDER!



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