Posted by Zen Bastard on March 24, 2006 at 23:03:52:
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The Psychos In Your Mind
Wired Like a killer with a smile, like a body within a bag,
Never ending or subsiding like a pornographic rag.
Like an N babe in the morgue or a cadaverous buffoon,
Like a psychopath that's twisting round and round like a loon
Like a perp whose hands are slinking past her panties made of lace,
And your world is unraveling, decomposing silently in space.
Like the compulsions that you find, with the psychos in your mind.
Like a fetish that you feed till it eats on it's own,
Down a twisted hollow cavern to where non have you shone
Like a clip you keep repeating for its somnambulist cream
Or the nipples from a body, someone tosses in a scream
Like a perp whose hands are slinking past her panties made of lace,
And your world is unraveling, decomposing silently in space.
Like the compulsions that you find, with the Psychos in your mind.
Girls that jiggle when you pop them, vids that mangle up your mind;
Why did she die so quickly? There's still something left to find,
Body dragged along the shore and left her heal marks in the sand;
Is that sound of distant sirens or just my dillusions and their band?
Pictures stored on hard disk and the fragment of a thong,
Half-remembered names of posters, but to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over, were you suddenly aware
that the necro babes were turning to the color of burnt hair?
Wired Like a killer with a smile, like a body within a bag,
Never ending or subsiding like a pornographic rag,
As the images re-wind, Like the compulsions that you find
with the Psychos in your mind.
ZB