Circus Solway
Heart fire tell of us sleeping gypsies
Travellers in fog their caravans of mystery
Page burning lore of written history
Nightmare walkers in skinless pieces
Selling tear elixirs stirred with crimson kisses
Towns open gates to horoscopes Circus Solway
Glass world shatters we remake in crystal array
Human replicators evolving altered state
Dress us of happy thread we shall assimilate
Soaking bleach to hide stained morality
Spinal cords tapped we pour drinks of mortality
Necromancer by reforming the Fallen ministry
Christian believers open to pages of salvation please pray for me
Inhumane the day walkers coat hanger with skin suits
Fleshly wrapped falsely sainted laced boots
Days of dead we drown decadence to death
Rabbit holes we burrow to sink our God down that head
Each side of your temple we give a tap to access core rethreads
Deep wells of hell to throw wellness to dread
Stamping feet he send forth all who be dropped by Stalk
Surrender all to me the younglings if they first born of corn
As town flowers sleep we mark their doors with bone chalk
No hiding when dying for he rises through the deepest floors
Spider paralysis silent play dead marionettes
Sad humility my puppet lovelies be your woeful best
Deny of me your humanity so love shall be but a memory we float
Take of me all love and I shall rise the air that chokes
Follow their chants in shadow between us
Sing no word my mastermind box be turning cogs to rise my spinning ballerinas
Melting flowers pouring through outstretched hands of orphaned believers
Here comes the high stilt walker of rotting Kings Court thy denial desecrator
Corpse carriages our travelling caravans this Carnby Jester
Our prism locks light of dark crystalline
Lost children singing my book to steal minds
Carnival light givers summon the crucifixion sideshow
Cerebral menstruations our rebirth we glow
Rolling waves of days in dreaming states
Behind their stolen eyes we hide all mistakes
Viewing rooms as her face be a lovely bouquet of floating candy canes
Shining peepers blushing headlights upside down in spinning rain
See of me this life the distorting manifestations of your cerebellum reflection
Dare I be becoming so eloquently bled to perfection
Beneath our context relative subliminal obscene
No songs of open throat to meditate our typhoon stream
We polish eyes to shine so pristine like looking glass
Ceremony of secular sky in one eyed masks
