Lyrics:
a con man, karma had me confess
All black, well read... We couldn't fall in love so instead we fell in bed
We couldn't fall in love, repellent to monogamy
Innocent virgin blessed by God: white skin, black hair
and red lips. When I look at you I become so hot; deep
inside myself burns this hidden desire.
and her belly bone-white.
And her lips, of a slight, sea-shell pink, slightly part
as she's tonguing the tub's rusty rim,
as the saltwater flows out and in.
So keen and quiet her lips are violent
And every kiss could become the final blow
Follow him home back to his bedroom
She'll trace the footprints
jarringly near
Her lips were quiet and taut, stretched by the nine-fifteen arms of the clock
The gallery sit cowardly still, watching the dragon devour
gonna get by
Pouty lips
And ego trips
Making love to your pillow
While you weep like a willow
Lay your head and let go
Lazy boys
Don’t turn you on
He
a nigga
When she the one paying the surgeon
For her lips to get bigger
Do you get the bigger
Picture? Shit is backwards, my nigga
You sneak dissing, taking
me nasty
Lower the smoke when I see the D's creepin' past me
Duckin' the narcs, born bustin' Dutches apart
Love pussy with pretty lips, when you
made from white and black grapes
Integrating
Secondary fermentation
Prior to distillation
Spill at championship games
Pre and post graduation
For my
of why
Saw an angel in the night
Black and blue beaten down
Blinded by the light
He said you’ll never ever meet another
And put a finger to his lips
Silk Paper
© W. Flür August 1998
whispering lips - a woman in black
pious glances at my pious prayer book
rustling silk skirt, very nearby
made
clothes
I feel your black fingernails running down my back
Yeah, I’m a sucker for that
You got me purring like a pussycat
I’ll do some of things, all
Church bells resounded like judgment day
As they were making love
In the rain-swept graveyard
She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame
A monsoon
here
I turn around, into the black your shadow disappears
Blood freezes in my veins with your frigid touch
My vital signs are vanished by your gravity
wrist, look like a package of piss
Looked like they pissed, in a ice cube tray
Put it in the freezer, so by the next day
They could put it on my wrist,
Never-be-hangin, one-street-bangin
We don't be playin, fools runnin at the fuckin lip
Runnin, start runnin, you best not trip
Fast from the hip (pop pop) explodin
covered in blood
Pushing against the angry breath of the dead
c road of rot and ruin
Heads and bodies on spikes
Their haunting black stares trace our steps
Well I met a fallen angel in the darkness of my dreams
Flanked by hellish horsemen and ten thousand swiney things
And I tried to join his black ranks
and again
In particular the name of Lu Chin Chen
Yo, I landed in Japan with intent to kill
You could tell I wasn't jokin' by the look on my grill
Took
Higly armed the white police
Are blowing away little knees
Crushed bones and finger tips
Are forming words on bleeding lips
Blue eyes are watching
I am the warfare
Blasting in from blazing horizons
I am the abyssic lust
Tasting blood from the lips of the dying
Plague bearer
World
their dance macabre
Ghostly dancers whirling around
Their lips move in silence
And there is death in their eyes
A young couple waltzes among
the Brocken Spectre rose a luring Angel
Sister of Morgana, forever dressed in black
With journey through the witch trials learned of lore and wives tales
Black rotting blood invades my ailing flesh,
Destroys and burns me down alive,
Ulcerated lips stinking of death,
Excommunicated creators of mine,
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