Take a nature walk. Downtown Eastside. The Avenue of the Dead. Rig in withered hand. Again and again. Flick it, flick it, flick it. Mount the ivory horse. Clustered in an alley. Shooting up, waiting f...
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1. Avenue Of The Dead 2. Boris The Spider Look, he's crawling up my wall. Black and hairy, very small. Now he's up above my head. Hanging by a little thread. Boris the spider. Boris the spider. Now he's dropped on to the floor....3. Bullet-ridden Bodies In 1989 in New York city alone. 140 youths under the age of 18. Were gunned down. Gunned down. Bullet ridden bodies. The streets are the new battle fields. Someone's gonna die, the blood never st...4. By The Hook It''s been creeping around your yard. Now it''s underneath your bed. It''s tall dark and cold. And it grabs you by your head. It drags your through the bushes. To a place...5. Die Violently As my blade moves through your first layer of skin. I watch your face turn from fear to holy terror. The blade moves fast. Yet it cuts so slow. This blade is dull. It''s been killing for yea...6. Down And Out On doorsteps and in alleyways. I see these fools passed out. At any time of the day. Crashed out in a bed of piss. Empty bottle cradled in their arms. So tell me. Who's job is it to tend these fe...7. Dropping Like Flies You got this habit you just can't shake. There's not much more your body can take. So you jab that needle in your vein. Another load of dirt for your brain. Scars and scars up and down your...8. Festival Of Flesh Slow rotting bodies. Taking over life. Old decrepit buildings. Eroding day and night. The smell of death. It burns my lungs. O the undead call me. To the Festival of Flesh. Pray and hope it finds me....9. Fuck Sorry Fuck saying ''sorry'' cuz ''sorry'' is for suckers. Get on your knees and start sucking. You sorry motherfuckers. Fuck saying ''sorry'' I do...10. Grinning (like An Undertaker) You're the filthy creature. Crouched in the shadows. Of a street light. Hunched over your catch. Shit, she's barely alive. Blood dried up and caked in her hair. Her face just a bloody mess....11. Hemline She''s the fiend stripping away the layers. Of a skin that is dead. You''re the rapist laying around just a pattern in a pool of red. Threading her needle, tanning your hide. You&a...12. Martha' S Disciples Don''t call them victims or survivors no more. Disciples of Martha are waging a war!. Small dark and lovely. Her name was Lupe she was just 22. She went to the movies right after school. On...13. Pounding Nails A heavy rain is pouring down. Upon the mourners gathered at your grave. Heads bowed in deadly silence. As the priest recites your eulogy. Pounding nails into the lid of your coffin. Pound. Casket slow...14. Seriously Dead Seriously taking your first breath. Seriously growing up fast. Seriously FUELING ourselves with the poison. That''s BURNING our fires so fast. Living like this was the first day. Living like...15. Splatter Rock Ii A long time ago. There''s a story that I told. About being scared to death. It''s been a long time. I thought that I was fine. But this undead voice keeps haunting. ME. It lurks in...16. Tapping The Vein You say you're living an empty life. Your days filled with nothing but misery and strife. Nobody to call your own as you're slowly wasting away. In this rat-infested hole that you call home....17. The Corpse Walks Alive among the lifeless. How many of us still survive?. Stranded in this hell. Cursed by the walking dead. There's not much time left now. The sun has already begun to set. Time to board up the...18. The Night Standing on a corner. In the middle of the night. His schizophrenic face. Shrouded in the smoke. Rising from the sewers. Beneath the streets. Cracked lips surrouded teeth. Yellow and decayed. His schi...19. Voices Voices, do you, do you. Ever hear voices?. Do you ever hear voices. From the dark recesses of your mind?. Voices, do you, do you. Ever hear voices?. Do you ever hear voices. Gnawing pain, driving you...20. When I Was A Child When I was a child. I spent hours in the back of a Dark Greyhound bus. When I was a child. I heard ma father curse the witch. The neighborhood punchboard. I squeezed my eyes shut really tight. Wheneve...
