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Frost can be stiff
Watch out for me
Cultivate
Manners fade
Cultivate
Mannequin
Prototypes of the new wave to
Innovate or keep it so low
Blinded by fog

the fog
These bitches never answer
So I’ll neva call
I say U can be as gangster as u wanna be
But that don’t make u bullet proof
I got them killas out

eyes that dart
like flies on a bulb
muscles that twitch
atop your skull
divide by zero
given to a machine
you will churn eternally

poles
Wrote my flow up on the scroll
My skull is pretty full
Hip hop is beautiful
I think I found the fountain
Youth is so astounding
You can tell me how

the silence
I'd take it back
See through nitric oxide, I found you
Gas masks to hide behind, the fog now
Breathing in the poison, alongside
Your heartless

the lunch was ring
Fog in my brain
Cold sweat it taps down my back
Pack in my pack sack before anything, seemed different
Indifferent to the detriment, like

trestle groans overhead  And melts away into the slinking fog

A whirling tumult of rats squirming and tangled  Enraptured, all fucking and whelping

Losing my grip on reality
Lost in the fog
Call me a walking tragedy
Whatever happens
Shit just doesn't matter to me
This life is just like a calamity

I've the strength
Hope
Shattered like a skull on the rocks
Effortlessly drifting away
Screaming 'til silence remains

Thorns and branches rip and tear

madness' flames
Synaptic overload
Stringing my nerves taught
Silent screams too loud
cbandoned by my god

Shadow fragments move sluggish through the fog

Smelting some skulls of golgotha
Imprinting this sword with god's wrath
Infusing blood with eden's fog
Preparing crown of death's madness

This dream

wander,
Carries the screams of those days.
My thirst, My desires
We’re rotting in my skull.



Every night, the trees howl names.
I tried to run, but my

She tell me she can't see my soul, I lost it, you know
Down bottles by myself, no, I don't need no hoes
Take this pill, my face turned into fog
Take

god, through the fog
Is it really that, a straight fate
The icon you create
Do you still cling to songs mom would sing
cnd stories passed along

Beggars

There's a haunted house
Locked away in my skull
And if the ghosts get out
They lead astray my soul
When I'm at my best
They take me where I'm stood

the banner of the skull and crossbones
Her crew staring at them with lifeless eyes
Their hollow voices whispering in the wind as they pass by

There are those

by the pen rather die by the sword
My god I'm lost in the height of the fog
Time stops when it grinds to a halt
Find what I lost, died on a cross,

Departure

Bauhaus

Swing the Heartache: The BBC Sessions

1989

He wanted desperately to feel the reassuring crisp, white sheets
Once taken for granted 
To be back home, safe as houses, protected by walls covered

Intense Mortification

Impetigo

Ultimo Mondo Cannibale

Cold dark night, nerves are tense
Strange sounds out of nowhere the fog is dense
You lay in your bed quaking with fright
Shadows in the hallway,

Mary

Plagued by the past and memories that I've lost are found
Everywhere I go I'm reminded of our life together
In my tomb of pain and loneliness,

Fueled by Special Fried Rice
And bright pink street lights
Got us feelin' alright
We're just livin' our lives
And not thinkin' twice
And that's all we

on the first day of Pride (Heh)
Jackboots on the rainbow crosswalks
Cap Hill covered in this chemical mixed fog
Street mural that say “Black Lives Matter”
Cops

Wrapped in the heat
In the square of the town
Red dust hills that make up the bowl
Hanged from his feet
The man with no name
His shadow on the street

mangle for thrills
Releasing albums then we migrating
Back to the hills
We'll be writing more poems at the
Alter with the skull and bones
Drill holes,