Pigface - The Image Of Red Cut In Half lyrics
[Pigface - The Image Of Red Cut In Half lyrics]
I tried that in my only room
I've thrown away the key to my only room
Circumstances have forced this path
We haven't much time left (undecipherable)
The uncollapsing breaks out of heaven
(blah?) the aftergrowth, the murder
The blood will flow
Creation's own depiction of sanity
In a blankened shaft
The Image of Red Cut in Half
The image of half-breed
Hauled across hurricanes torched dog chart
Bring me bring me my tongue on a plate
Bring me bring me joy
Join that blank man tree
Moving inverted with a habit
Of uprise alternatively create
And bring forth flames like
Parasites of absolution
Bring me bring me my tongue on a plate
Take me, with my own blind reason
Who am I but the last breath you took?
Who am I but the last down
In the street asking me why?
A black thorn in my side
Forget me for I am too blank to remember
Your idiocy collapses into nothing
Words of the earth gather around me
Words of the silence repulse me
I cover my face with my hands
Because again I am too scared to move
Silently I found white light in the image
Curses curses curses
When I thought about down
The scene overpulsed me
I stick my tongue to the
Floor of my only room
Frozen incarcerated (blah?) beast
The innermost quality of man
Inexplicable feat for the martyrs
That is the sharpest point of
The forces of nature
Moving inverted with a habit
Of uprise alternatively create
And bring end to the silence
I cut this fragment of a rose
I've thrown away the key to my only room
Circumstances have forced this path
We haven't much time left (undecipherable)
The uncollapsing breaks out of heaven
(blah?) the aftergrowth, the murder
The blood will flow
Creation's own depiction of sanity
In a blankened shaft
The Image of Red Cut in Half
The image of half-breed
Hauled across hurricanes torched dog chart
Bring me bring me my tongue on a plate
Bring me bring me joy
Join that blank man tree
Moving inverted with a habit
Of uprise alternatively create
And bring forth flames like
Parasites of absolution
Bring me bring me my tongue on a plate
Take me, with my own blind reason
Who am I but the last breath you took?
Who am I but the last down
In the street asking me why?
A black thorn in my side
Forget me for I am too blank to remember
Your idiocy collapses into nothing
Words of the earth gather around me
Words of the silence repulse me
I cover my face with my hands
Because again I am too scared to move
Silently I found white light in the image
Curses curses curses
When I thought about down
The scene overpulsed me
I stick my tongue to the
Floor of my only room
Frozen incarcerated (blah?) beast
The innermost quality of man
Inexplicable feat for the martyrs
That is the sharpest point of
The forces of nature
Moving inverted with a habit
Of uprise alternatively create
And bring end to the silence
I cut this fragment of a rose