Angelspit

The evil in these paws starts only when sung
Innocent, lifeless, hides the black intent
The panic of knowing you cannot run
My children cannot sleep
through the constant alarms of industry and machines
and constant toil of men...
The host and I are going insane
We're going insane
Pearls look best when soiled in cream and mud
Pretty things are there to be abused
Look their best when skinned and flayed alive
All those perfect perfect teeth removed
You said... a hole, that's what you is
You said... a figment of your expectations
What is heaven without the sabbath?
I say