moon drops and blood beams
sycophantic well meaning tremolo clowns
dancing a sweet perversion
does your brain beat fast with the tick-tock of the passing days
or is it muffled within the beautiful haze of the consumer's daze
listen to my lullaby, my sweet and lovely song for you
do you even try anymore, to be in control of the things you do
eat ******** work death, there is more to life than this
look, there is blood on the dance floor
is it mine, is it yours - who is dying now
not us, we are the killers
laughing in glee and feigning innocence as one by one
we kill them off
each and every all and only loved and lonely
we bring death, we are the disease
we bring destruction, we bring war
but today you fed the homeless
does that not lift you up, make you more
something better than a social whore
never mind that we only use them to feed our addiction
forget we're destroying our very home and future,
poisoning our food and killing our children
we'd rather live with the popular fictions
we have an image so much lovelier than life
so ******** your social mores rules and data, we want strife
sex sells baby, and so does death and beauty
so if you'd be so kind
as to please die
do it with finesse
and perhaps just a little drama, would you could you do it for us
we'll splash your sexy face all over the place
we are the killers, we are the disease
we bring the destruction, we bring the war
look at the blood, the blood on the floor
it's mine it's yours
and the ticking of the clock goes on
just dance
s.bloodstone
