Lyrics

Knock knock knock, escape the dream.
The door open, the madness comes in.
Sister sleeper turn toss
The day she was used for someone else's pleasure
The day her life change from alcohol stained lips and words shortly violently

Wind songing
a black gut jump
A palace prisoner, eyes shut
That look at horizons
Sideways
all gunked up
Inwards
lost children smile at
Dusk
Sugar-filled cauldron residue
blows in the wind and burns the sheets
Fire-heat
sleep-stained eve
a place to hide
Lost made in darkest nights
banshees, slurping up the night

Voices won't stop calling and mindlessly tears are falling
burning sin in the hearts of the lost found by the fire within
Weave a woven wool womb

Calloused string weaver
toes to underworlds
Stained and
Bleeding, eyes unseeing
Dirty the traces that follow me
abannonIce cream melts down
Home.
Bulging out, delivers
Swollen tongue
Is where the heart is and
Feathers will fly
Stranded cherubs somersaulting
Two milky eyes probing
braided hair
lost sister
In hidden gardens
Smoky lair
graceful spirits
mirror mirror
kisses from the wind
In her long long hair she had


Third eye crossed drunken fingers forge a fraudulent jack frost
Catch the black cat
Name the gesture, the one
Gnaw my aching bones.
Suck marrow juice from shins splinted with the ache to belong in your mouth.
The flavour of me stretches out on your warm tongue.
Deep mountain caves, wet and depraved
Nimble my blood and tragic my innocence


Singed and and dire , but if willow finds me tell her :
That I am dead not sleeping, not buried but under the burning seas of
Desire and loneliness
Under burning seas waiting to rise
Cross eyed
Dandelion waiting to be picked up
In the night, in the dusk with thy eyes

Strangers to my city life, lucky to see a daisy in a crack, sidewalk broken
Glimmer tooth, a wink, a
lost & found smile
smoke fed and tea breathing
Stitched up scallywags, voices echoing off cellar ceilings and
Unhinging dusty chandeliers
Stairwell walls, the upward journey into your house of
Poisoned gods, deities who let the sun roll off

Fathomable undertaking
The gold-brown bent-spoon closet door whores who
Hide in their knickers, maybe yours
Speak in a tongue that rhymes with no one's
lwhile vagabonds cuss
Bottles thrust
The dust reveals my polka dot prints, my scarf stitching scars
my void boys
tooth aches and rust
The toadstool charms