Post by Mike on Aug 11, 2007 17:20:29 GMT
Beyond the margins of the city wall...
Across a river of shit, of sulphur and salt...
Beneath the parched soil polluted with zinc...
Lay the tunnels of SUT, where the foundations sink
Down to the marrow of a hell-bound heart.
There is the flesh pared away from the bone,
layer by layer at scalpel-point,
And with rusted wire cutters the legs and the arms
Are hacked off piecemeal at the nape of each joint.
Pulled out like a weed, the head swims in shit
that leads to the path that is dimly lit
By the grief of the unclean, baptised with period blood
and the snail-snot trails of effluvia and vaginal mud.
It's here that you’ll find the damnation you seek...
Across a river of shit, of sulphur and salt...
Beneath the parched soil polluted with zinc...
Lay the tunnels of SUT, where the foundations sink
Down to the marrow of a hell-bound heart.
There is the flesh pared away from the bone,
layer by layer at scalpel-point,
And with rusted wire cutters the legs and the arms
Are hacked off piecemeal at the nape of each joint.
Pulled out like a weed, the head swims in shit
that leads to the path that is dimly lit
By the grief of the unclean, baptised with period blood
and the snail-snot trails of effluvia and vaginal mud.
It's here that you’ll find the damnation you seek...
