Candle
Skinny Puppy - The Process
looks beyond the credits' sum
winds blow the seed of hate
Disturbed society dogs my turn with no values
I tried and tested pointless view
Hands like snakes sow the seeds
Raise all negative force-fed traces
Profane the haunted heaven
jeering leapt into the pit of calamity
provisions for a time unknown
seasons of dissolute pain
I cried afflicted and infected
Oblige the system's perfect dream
Assume all that is programmed before me and somewhat left unsaid behind shutters
Stealing life that you are not visited
The distant and irrelevant
a good life's experiment fused
I'm laying violent hands upon a dead card calling cattle
The playthings are so abused
The derelict dial-phone clock-pusher
Delved in reliving the future
I'm sticking pins and needles in this stinging rotten fleshlike substitute pieces of half-cooked meat that are
A candle rhyme to realign
burnt out shutters on the wall