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Here in the darkness
Where the end begins
And the carrion flowers
Stand in full bloom
Here in the emptiness
Where all sins ignite
And my mind

on the inside is what matters
My chest is full of carrion flowers

I wanna be ugly. I wanna be tough
Kill the body the brain shuts up
I wanna be ugly. I wanna be

The corpse-flower blooms
In the carrion fields
The festering damned
Flesh rotting, skin peeled

Tell the story of Him
Before Whom All Men Fall
Saint,

of death fills the air
Vultures circle overhead
The carrion flies buzz with an appetite for decay
The cemetery crowded with those the fever conquered

She

where the gold is
So many turned their back, they thought it was over
My hopes and dreams, were carrion for the vultures
My ribbon in the sky, thank God

She Is Suffering

Manic Street Preachers

Buy British

is suffering
She sucks you deeper in
She is suffering
You exist within her shadow

Beauty she is scarred into man's soul
A flower attracting

Constant in Opal

The Church

Remote Luxury

1984

nearly nothing
We swarmed like carrion birds
Some for fortune, some for greed
Some for want, some for need
But you could only find yourself that way

death into flowers
And I've got demands
But the mice can't tell the cats how to run their game

Wanting for more, I knock at his door
And he obliges my

Naked Trees

Pig Destroyer

Prowler in the Yard

2001

Once colorful dreams now swing like dead paratroops from the naked trees.
Your sky lips and snow skin are sugar for the carrion perched high atop

the agonizing rush of reawakened blood
enters my carrion veins. ...
and the fiend they tried to exorcise, rises.

The shadows tell me to lie down.
... be quiet.

and carrion beaks

I though it was thunder
Dogs starts to howl
She was lonely just like me and left
Like a stranger in a downpour of regret

Now the trees are

To Clean My Carcass
Worms, Flies, Pill Bugs,Centipedes
Will Be My Cherubs

Time Goes Fast
Memory Stays Alive
Carrion Season
Far Away From Affliction

Waiting

My left eye fell off the other day
The wrong technique
Thirty four pig carrions
And my old man necrotic hunched back
You’d always complain
About

the horizon
Oh, how the warmth sickens me
Germinating all that is vile within my core

Flowers of evil, consume my flesh
Bathed in the light of the new dawn
I,