What the fuck kind of fuck am I?
Love myself so much that I disgust myself sometimes
Caught up in a chaos entirely mine
How low will I crawl as I spin this web of truth?
Love at first sight when I look into my eyes
Trophy case of hearts, nothing like the first time
Clandestine time taken, I'm realigned
Sigil of the sun but now I'm flirting with the moon
Begin again again, honeymoon phase loop
Begin again again, honeymoon phase loop
Shepherding a shoal of repurposed souls
Over, under, event horizon, charcoal dawn
The taste of power titillates, all scruples blacken and decay
My coagulating sense of best interest shines myself upon
As I cannonball into abandon
Any sense of shame displayed on the mantel
Shattered rearview, speed accrues rapidly
I'm climbing a mountain of flesh with no peak
Christlike minus the magic of white
Creeping follower count, global swarming
My stain on all space, iron grip on all time
The power never stops forming
A Luciferian light illuminates my face
Only the willing consecrated by my grace
No stress on skeptics, no waiting, no chase
Cut one off and two grow in her place
Auxiliary eye perched above mine, all-seeing
I'm ol' fang face in your feelings
Bottom of my moral ombre, bounce back up the long way
From cuff to fuck, windpipe infected, swallowed down the wrong way
I might knife apart a patch of raw space
Pierce the curtain on the portal right between someday and soon
Circle in the dirt, arranged alchemical burns
Foul end of the hermit's curse, for thee a grisly ending looms
Unrestrained sovereignty up in my ivory tower
But what will I do with it?
Conductor corrupted, pariah's rise to power
What won't I do with it?
Absolutely in tune with the evil that bubbles
Beneath each and every one of you
The greatest mystery of future evangelistary
Where will I lead my militia of witchery?
What the fuck kind of fuck am I?
Love myself so much that I disgust myself sometimes
Caught up in a chaos entirely mine
How low will I crawl as I spin this web of truth?
Love at first sight when I look into my eyes
Trophy case of hearts, nothing like the first time
Clandestine time taken, I'm realigned
Sigil of the sun but now I'm flirting with the moon
Begin again again, honeymoon phase loop
Begin again again, honeymoon phase loop
A dozen Heavens On Earth
Debauchery draconian, well-deserved
Lowest urges, ripping, raring
Serpent tongue down sylphen larynx
supported by 4 fans who also own βRainbow Mermaid Deathcultβ
Hearing this blast from the past album is unexpectedly the highlight of my day. Don't let the technical perfection obscure you from zoning in on the HUGE melodicism throughout every song. Completely on point and now I'm straight up lurking for that vinyl overpress whenever they come available. bcb723