Best Of The Breed - Rozz Williams

Whorse's Mouth

Transfigured haywire - figure in gymnasium
Latin overtakes the street shy virginity of
caress - lessors in dull drip stream release
of a wet New York alley in December...
And I half remember our time in circles of radiating blue
True, somewhat forgotten and rotten to the core, I have become sore from these
Reproductions of a mother's afterbirth. For all it's worth, you may as well forget me,
regret ever thinking that you knew me, my entire life is played out in scenes
of indifference, invisible targetry, one more bullet tracks its mark
with dark gathering of childhood illusions
Why do they intrude on me?
Never answered, always eluding me
So what would you expect from a tempered angel?
Hell, well so did I, but let's face it we've not yet begun to taste that flavor of the month
That flowering tower of charisma-jism
Hives, holding out in walls of jive, cool assailing soldiers adrift on the
gist of get better, little horsey-toy-fuck-spring,
rocking back in wonderland
Honey-assed, coon-backed, motherfuckers with a z
Sucking, fucking and asshole stuffing
Remove your target from the womb, monstrous glideman
Similar dysfunctions remain
Blame those who have shamed their realized hearts,
spite those who choose blindness
Fuck the rest/best of the breed
You docile pig-farmer's nightmare,
A wet dream in the Himalayas
May your spit never reach the unmarked graves
of ancient visitors who come to me (nad) -
Unconscious meaning in oblivion, and my entrails once slid with me there
Weeping sores in volumes of human energy and aggravation
This mad force expels itself, tempering, justified homicide
In your mind the demons collapse, while the threat of asphyxiating another groveling,
demented useless pile of human defecation is gone
Kill every demon and first born son
Quelch the thirst for blood and adrenalin
Now is the time and this is the place
Pipe dreaming suspects drown in the void
Incriminate involuntary searches for lost
Ghosts and a willing host
And the incest of death is like school recess
That boy, this boy found fondled just the same
Swing in constant motion, revulsion
I would enjoy hanging you more than staying in this circle of love in danger,
a murderous plot played out in vague extremes
Stick those pointed prongs strong
Pierce any heart that might annoy you
No sacramental goat protrudes in blind
with draw all - kill it now or forgive the
holy gown cow stun pun, doesn't it all run in vein?
Fuck the rest/Best of the breed
Fuck the rest/Best of the breed
Fuck the rest/Best of the breed

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[Vondur]

Such a great track off this album. Thanks for writing the lyrics.