grinding, let the fire burn low
as the pulse comes flickering back
we are bound by belief in all that dies
& i will the skin
to dissolve
i worship the drug-flesh
& let the corpse go
make it rain forever
make it black
& make me whole...
let the cipher call the priest
you can be my gallows pole
this desolation in the vein
poisonous & vile
tearing out the centre of the cancerous heart
& i am defined by the sickness
oh the irony defies belief
another metaphor to signify decay
& yet it shines
let the cipher call the priest
you can be my gallows pole
let the vultures be released
you can be my gallows pole
you are the priestess
you are the whore
you are deified/vilified
you're all that i know
you are the priestess
you are the whore
you are my world
sacrosanct
you.
said.
destroy.
credits
from scree: transmissions,
released September 12, 2006
s c r e e: transmissions written, performed, mixed & mastered by The Mercy Cage @ Virus Event Theatre Labs Tauranga New Zealand December 2002 – July 2004
A stellar cast of artists put their own shadowy spins on recent Bestial Mouths material—toward the goth club floor or into pure noise. Bandcamp New & Notable May 11, 2021