Common Lyrics for a Carnivore

 

   Crocodile

 She's got murder on her face

Smeared along like ink upon this page

She's got treasure on her mind

Reflections of my trophies in her eye

She wears shoulder blades of glass

Seduces me into a loving back to back

I heal like I live within her hands

I worship the very cradle where she stands

The Crocodile called me

He says he wants his favorite victims back

Go barefoot to the swamp and drop them off by the water in clean body bags

She holds every body's limbs...

Hostage, yes it's written on their skin

She paints the polished harvest with old lead

Wraps them up, pretending they're not death...yet

The Crocodile called me

If I were you I'd never call him back

You ventured through the swamp and since then I can only sleep in body bags

 

 

   Exit Strategy  

I'm used to assuming to no body's interest, it's easier to take that way

I'm tired of singing to no one about your pretty face

I practice applauding to stories I tell, I've never seen the light of daybreak

If you chose to do so, I'd be easy to erase

I'm new to this kind of thing, I don't know how I'll do but I'll try to be kind

It sounds like the sirens' howl is the only thing distracting you

No lust for the engine to kill to keep this fantasy alive

I'm tired of screaming out my lungs

I'm tired of making you my savior

I'm stunned by you the vicious one

High time for you to empty all the guns

I can't be saving her

I'm stunned by you and the gift of drugs

You're the wind above us

 

 

   The Priest

I woke up to missing you

All my thoughts were listened to by whispers in the pine

Paint my empty room

I've gone out to look for you, all hail tonight

It's the devil who's playing you

He's in your skin, he's in your eyes

Go get the priest, I know that voice from everywhere (we're everywhere)

The drugs mean to keep you scared

Not of me but some restless themes inside of favored minds

Hello there devil, It's you we wear so tight

My trouble, all mine

Go get the priest, I know that face from anywhere

And who are you to know?

Who are you to leave your ghost beneath the knife?

If the devil has promised the gift of god to you

I'll see you when that flood comes

I am the only one who can get me out of here (a minion who speaks)

Too bad

You scream like me

 

 

   Iron In My Language

Iron in my language, stainless is my speech

I've come to help you fight for every week

In fury

Landing blows to be adored

Iron in my language, stainless as my speech

It keeps me open and raw

Fire in every village as far as the eye can see

Reminding everyone what's left to fear

Vacant outsiders

People lurk miles underground

It all stems a vile speech where no one says a word

It keeps me hoping I'm wrong

 

 

   Some Alive Inside

They drop through open portals in my roof

Leather gloves and baskets full of sterile tools

They give me no word, just hint at what they're gonna do

I can't move the worms, they ask me what are you gonna do?...

They enter smooth and travel up from my naked neck

Obsession lies the same each time they feel it lick

The only few words they know are rolling out misused

Give me more time to think, oh, what am I gonna do?...

Their poison suits smell like perfumed lovers' war

I wake up aroused and find my guts, then I fight'em sore

I challenge their word, I send them straight back into you

If this is my world, what's this world we're coming to?

If this is my world, what the hell am I gonna do?...

Drag the fumes next to you

They've promised me extracting you

Some alive inside, open me up

Cut'em out, sew me back up

I'd rather run after you

They've promised me to enter you

Someone has arrived, give'em a name

Cut'em out and give them a name

 

 

  Aim

Ask me

Come at me any way you please

You know you'll get at me any day

The last thing to say

Say it like it's the only thing

Like anything else is everything

Don't pray

Not if there's anything left to hate

You'll be okay if you sight and aim

Just aim

 

 

   Devils Together

Elegant devil put your sundress on

I'm feeling better, lighter, calmer, strong

With my handcuffs on

You look like heaven with that nightgown on

Let's go make ripples in our silent cause

Please take my handcuffs off

You taste like moonlight

My ghost of sunshine became all but bright

You know my phantoms keep us up all night

Let's leave our handcuffs on

Naked, drinking moonshine

Like devils in the moonlight

 

 

   Back To Forth

When the multitude stands to yell at you for bliss

You are lucky to be blessed

Calm like temple bells, you yell in rabid fever back to forth

Blushing while you get undressed

Naked, voiceless rasp controls my every single panic

In my hand you dance like sheep

Just like victims of the crash

cry

cry

cry

So your hooded mask, you forgot to add, of course

You would like me to go mad

Power spoils men and women eat their kids like pez

Would you rather me to lie?

You fear aliens will nest, infesting eyes and ears and flesh

Causing you to be the one whose sole mission is to crash

cry

cry

cry

After all, if you can't speak

You'll never sing

You'll only weep

After all this blaring noise

You won't come down

You can't get free from this sound

For the few who cannot see

You're not just blind

 

 

   Incline

I've got not one quiet time enough for dead demigods

Nor for poor prototypes of yesterday, I just stopped

For my faithful, fate less practice, I will wait all wet

Through mystic fits I'm lifted with all my old tragedies

I stay blamed, unhinged, tight teeth clenched on my toes, catching heat

In no place do I wait for the malicious, crouching menace like here, right here

I construct great armies and fleets made of static and fill'em with traps

I keep my enemies close enough to pet, close enough to bash

Such a face, wooden face, such a mask less rage, excuse this, don't mind me

Spoke too soon, spoke too loud, smoked too much with the crowd and now I bow

Call me coward, call me ill, call me sick which you will as soon as you're aloud

Listen to advice, don't deny it, view this gratifying climate with dry and paranoid eyes

 

 

   Drawing Curtains

I slept in a bed last night softened by summer wheat

Brought a welcome mat to you to use tonight

We were devastating ashtrays in a freak show of friction

A sideshow of interest

Until I started drawing curtains

 

 

   Ivy Line

Admit it

You don't trust me either

You told me in the shower up against the wall when you broke my bones

You and I pretend to be a gimmick

You mispronounce old sayings until they're unrecognizable

You make that okay

You light my cigarette and steal my shot

You get so drunk and swim towards me

You kiss yourself and love me sore

You are in complete control

You are me in you

You try on my pants and always wear my shirts

You shuffle through my pockets and laugh at what you find

You only cry when I make you laugh

You make me cry when I see you do it

You cause me to do anything, everything and nothing at all, all at the same strange time

You study me

You play with me

You turn my volume down

You are loud enough for the both of us

You love it when people walk in on that

You are a bad influence in the best kind of way

You smile more than me

You agree with me more than I agree with myself

You keep me thinking you're something else

You complement me

You skin me alive

You open doors for me

You set our lives in rhythm and rhyme

You fight well and make it fun

You sleep in my head while I sleep in yours

You hate the same things I hate and you love to hate them with me while loving every

single thing you can

You tell me what you want and never lie

You wear nothing most of our time

You do not fear the world or the people in it only how it could be

You spark

You bite

You sing

You try

You promise...

You are delicious

You are all I need to thrive

You are my greatest feature

You are my only future

you and me

Now come to bed

 

 

   Messages From the Pulpit

Messages from the pulpit have an emphasis for apathy and mobilize on balconies

If dilemma was our focus, we would stand with our liaisons and institute our theories

So much for theatrics, at least we allocate charisma in the form of tragic comedy

All we need is one more skeptic per every inch of this numerically peppered field

Remember who pays the auxiliary

Remember

Always...

Just who suffers through

Talking about our regard, we export more use to the islands in our fantasies

We crash, like dying pulsars, hard enough to split the pattern of our self-inflicted galaxy

I'm happy to see we've shown up from the time to time we've needed to for future talks of history

Someone left in all the jokers to bite the b***h and suck the dicks of kings...

In fake majesties

 

 

   Strung Out

Strung out and sucking on filters

Hoping that the tide will come soon

Not too long

Now that the cough syrup's worn off

We're choking on bloody cartoons

Not too bad

To digest this sickness we all carry

Bless these dissociative tools

I need other than myself

Right now the walls are crawling with me

Out

As I am an apparition

Dimming tones

Discussing our voices with pilgrims

Spun up and smoking balloons

Not too late

For the horsemen to put us back together

Protecting the people from what's cruel

Not too posh

To keep us starving in chariots

Handling thousands of spoons

Amnesia can't fall in love

But I know I could

Not to push

But give me something to bury

Something to bloom

 

 

   Windbreaker

I am the cherry of your lit cigarette

I'm the last gin drip, are you in heaven yet?

I am the windbreaker, tattered, with holes in it

She is my radical, holding up the pacifists freshly slit wrists

I am the burden inside, warm and stagnant

I am the sound that falls on deaf ear incidents

I am the hero who sleeps now under pins

She is my wicked, bathing me in limbo against my will and wish

I wish

 

 

   The Mayor of Knoxville

With all of your tidings and my few devices

I'd be wrong if I said that we're not yet so priceless

When the cityscape lights up to the darkened coal night

You'd be right at the time that you caught me and called my bluff

Crash this course

My body has not had enough to saddle this party

Such infancy squirms loose and laughs on play tables

These chairs stand so crooked, we free-fall back on fables

My southern bound age don't act like it's ready to leave

Touch it with soft hands

How fast...

Do you think it could see me?

This party...

Strange things occur on full moons

New moons perform before you

Let us dance along the slipstream

Tell the world man, you've got it bad

No use

Good news!

Bar rooms...

...at last!

Man, you've got it bad