Near the voice of NASTUR in his almightyness hear the whispering afflicting the crapulent stormrace in the middle of the unspeaking eye. In the black
See the broken man torn and twisted in grief Screaming to the sky in pain and disbelief How could it be that any man could allow this Living in the filth
He wouldn't even look into my eyes He wouldn't even know my name I seen him several hundred times He wouldn't even look into my eyes He must be blind
Blood to bind and love to damn me Formed in clay, the fire has made me faceless Torn to shreds, but I'm still standing Never sleeping and never blinded
A darkened room, a blackened hole A septic grain turns the flesh into sand The night is slain, the light is gone I feel, how the vision fails me Let them
Faceless he was born, the kind without a speech Being invisible without a dream to reach A schoolboy second rate, a toady all the way He never fights
God only knows All the side effects of listening To static on the radio Stare at the screen 'Til the videos have driven you To lunacy with visuals I
Listen to me - this is a warning You have to wake up out of this dream Don't be a member of this lifestyle, please I hear the beat of your heart So better
Everyone who walks through the door Is a worthless scrounger and nothing more Get rid of them with sarcastic hustle Then go back to your crossword puzzle
A voice screaming from within Begging just to feel again Can't find who I am without you near me I'd give anything to live Cause without you I don't exist
Nothing but a name on a grave is what we all will be as death is only a step away, turning cold with yesterday Blister Blue. with frozen knuckles still
Legions bow to a faceless God faithful to their lord willing to die for this savior they can not see. they can not feel. wasting away brainwashed forever
From the age of the thought police- greetings From the age of big brother- greetings From the age of newspeak- greetings Welcome to the age of continuous
Only a fear with a head can be beheaded Only a fear with a name can be cursed Only a fear alive can be killed By the man with the will and the hunger
Travelling through the veins of prior existance Only to realize you've lost your bearings Dragged beyond human receptiveness Surrounded, reach for the
I spent a day by the river It was quiet and the wind stood still I spent some time with nature To remind me of all that's real It's funny how silence
I found another sufferer underneath the debris. He had no face but the same symptoms as me. Weak and feeble, but strong enough to endure. So diseased