...children with horses heads in a different stage of decomposition....

aaaaaale, ze co
za tytul

ja sie tez chce przepisac

i lost my days and i lost my faith
i lost you and i lost myself

"Happy Birthday Pigface Christus"


In menstrual night
When red is black
And Christus crawls
From Mary's crack
Wrapped in tatters
And flailing in mud
Child defiled
With tears and blood
Pigface Christus is born
Pigface Christus is born

In menstrual night
When red is black
And darkness crawls
Out of the crack

Some were born
In fields of mourning
Some were ripped
In fields of rape
Some bowed down
In echoed splendour
All were torn
In fields of tears

Crushed by church
And raped by father
Bled by mother
Torn and tearing
In scarlet playgrounds
On iron railways
Christ's pale body
Crucified

Time was
Time is
Time shall be no more

Some with tears
And some with laughter
Some in sadness
All in vain
In fields fresh crippled
The glint of sickles
The scars of sunset
The sund of reaping

You and I
On threshing floors
Lost and losing
Parched and preying
All have numbers
None have names

Here open the gates of heaven
Here open the gates of hell

Time was
Time is
Time shall be no more

c93

"Happy Birthday Pigface Christus"


In menstrual night
When red is black
And Christus crawls
From Mary's crack
Wrapped in tatters
And flailing in mud
Child defiled
With tears and blood
Pigface Christus is born
Pigface Christus is born

In menstrual night
When red is black
And darkness crawls
Out of the crack

Some were born
In fields of mourning
Some were ripped
In fields of rape
Some bowed down
In echoed splendour
All were torn
In fields of tears

Crushed by church
And raped by father
Bled by mother
Torn and tearing
In scarlet playgrounds
On iron railways
Christ's pale body
Crucified

Time was
Time is
Time shall be no more

Some with tears
And some with laughter
Some in sadness
All in vain
In fields fresh crippled
The glint of sickles
The scars of sunset
The sund of reaping

You and I
On threshing floors
Lost and losing
Parched and preying
All have numbers
None have names

Here open the gates of heaven
Here open the gates of hell

Time was
Time is
Time shall be no more

c93

"A Sad Sadness Song"


When we touch the world
Just to fall apart
And our mother lies in state
And the broken pitcher glistens
And the snow is at the window
Making neither sign nor symbol
And the earth covers earth
And the mud lies in pools

Where the sand-dunes stretch unbroken
And the dry wind bends and sighs
And the geese are running harmless
And our desires are running wild
When we're looking at the smoke
That's rising from the incense
Neither coming here nor going
Neither heaven here nor hell
Neither borning here nor birthing
Neither dying here nor death

And we're wrapped inside our troubles
And we're wrapped inside our pain
And wracked with fires with longing
And our eyes are blind with night
With our fingers clutching coins
And our thoughts burning with 'I'
And our eyes cannot be sated
With the world and its nightmares
With the world and its dreams
Though later they'll be filled
With a small handful of dust
And the gods appear on altars
And we recognise their face
It's a face that we have carved there
And it's full of fear and longing
And promises and threats
But they neither stoop to conquer
Nor do they stoop to praise
And the mines are void of diamonds
That we carry in our rags

And all the world seems
A sadness song
All the world seems
A sad sadness song

current 93

o lala utul patyka

cacy

sie podoba

ej no wlasnie co to?

heh młodzi po stronie maszyn

bosz ta mleczarnia hehehehehe

heh podziemny

eee tam

yhm

masz momenty jakie strasznie lubie- takie dla mnie pisane tylko jeszcze jako całośc mi sie to wali

bywaja jaśniejsze momenty
"dla równowagi, rzut oka i rzut kamieniem"

trochę bym to poprawił bo jakiś kanciaty jest- ale sąsiadka mnie rozwaliła!!!

at night black ships ate the sky

a voice from catland

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