A hand in my mouth

A life spills into the flowers

We all look so perfect

As we all fall down

In an electric glare

The old man cracks with age

She found his last picture

In the ashes of the fire

An image of the queen

Echoes round the sweating bed

Sour yellow sounds inside my head

In books

And films

And in life

And in heaven

The sound of slaughter

As your body turns



But it's too late



One more day like today and I'll kill you

A desire for flesh

And real blood

I'll watch you drown in the shower

Pushing my life through your open eyes



I must fight this sickness

Find a cure

I must fight this sickness