Angkor Wat Sour Born (driving Wheel)
In between worlds of white and black Lies a world of gray Beneath the sour born showering down Its time on me A thin sharp slice of dime Pushed gently into my heart Time after time after time after time after time Standing vacant behind myself Looking through empty eyes Icy cold black fullness in my bowels Aching for release Splash upon the pavement For the consumption of humanity My soul, My humility Your only bread Something inborn in me that will not leave Standing vacant behind myself Looking through empty eyes And he was a betrayer he was you I became night with you We were empty We became full We were empty We became full Driving Wheel Black Diamond back 69 wire burns cosmos shoulder Red hot wire pierce smoot white boneholder Smoky cold shadows of those not there Cast upon cold stone wall Brocken down by Devil stare Driven beyond threshold of mortal dare Seminal fluid life-like man Driving the life of a dead white man Driving Driving Driving Teased in sublime defeat Feast upon horrid rancid spirit meat You dirt drive, septic seven thigh Shallow, yellow, stabbed nine high Sickly, evil, pathetically cracked black blind Eye.
