The Road To God Knows Where

My dog is thirsty and my cigarrete is just like your lovely existance.

Hello Becca, I think that I've met you somewhere along the Road to God Knows Where, along the digs of Mexico, and the desert of sound.

Down the ruins I hear the rain, in the stone, hitting the windows.
Now it seems like it is gone.
But the storm calmed the sea, and the cracks in the ships weren't mended.

Rain poured in my bedroom.
Rain took away my wife, drowned her with it's waves of envy and psicotic murders.
Just like in real life, the storms are only humans.

I think I saw you the other day.
In the corner of a hotel, begging for some holy poker card.
With a bottle of whisky and a whip for those you feel like making crawl.
Your shadow was wicked
So as your skin.

Oh son, she is your mother.
Oh friends, she is the work.
That art excluded to the depths of a shit bucket.

Holy Stranger Song

You knew that strangers watch you from an orange tree
Leaning on your window and calling for your body
As if he wanted you to ignore your dreams
Rusted games he plays, and dusty hands he had
And while he talks you notice he is tired

He comes in, and you tell him to sit down
By your bed, or by your secrets
You speak about some rivers that cross cemeteries
He smiles at you, so wild and weary
Suddenly you brake something
And the stranger departes, in a fury of confort

Oh dear, this is not a song

Hideous Deserts of Mexico

With grace and spiritual guidance, how lucky we were
We got the money, and danced over the bodies of the ravens
In the jail house room the chains hit our skin with fury
It struck me in the head
Hanging from the ceiling
And up we jumped
Broke the jail gates, down the Paradise Avenue of Hell
Only down we could go
For a punishment we do not deserve
Oh my, oh my
We were cut of our feet
Our eyes in a lake of flames burned
Grim-reapers laughing at us
We were doomed from the start
Blacker than our desires

The Villain's Part

Who's that yonder all in flames?
Dragging behind him a sack of chains

And Lord came to my room
In my sleep I wondered lost in prays
Which he whispered with a question
"Are you afraid to die?"

In glory and forgiveness
First the light
The the Heaven
"No I am not"
Into Hell they took me

If you are not afraid to die, then why have you built churchs and prayed for so many, the tender pray of almighty God and Lord Saviour
For instance correct you may be, in any way I was born into the fear, intense as it may be, oh forgive me my Lord
Forgive and sorrow
Christ is yet dead and not buried, so what does a skeleton and six feet of dirt represent to you?
The eyes of death, the frigid hand upon my face as it cuts the line

I looked upon the eyes of God with a pale face
"Yes Lord, I am afraid to die"

Up jumped the Devil
And he stacked his claim on me