Acid Bath When the Kite String Pops Sammy Duet : Guitar + backing vocals Jimmy Kyle : Drums Audie Pitre : Bass + backing vocals Dax Riggs : Vocals Mike Sanchez: Guitar + backing vocals - The blue 6:13 - Tranquilized 4:14 - Cheap vodka 2:15 - Finger paintings of the insane 6:05 - Jezebel 4:53 - Scream of the butterfly 6:14 - Dr. seuss is dead 6:05 - Dope feind 5:19 - Toubabo Koomi 5:02 - God machine 5:00 - The morticians flame 4:06 - What color is death 3:19 - The bones of baby dolls 6:00 - Cassie eats cockaroaches 4:23 The Blue Across your face I see what you are you wanna kill the sun and blot out the stars I know you you're nothing you're so small you're fucking nothing at all laughing into the fire it re- minds me of you the slit wrists of the sky bleeding into the blue we twist beneath forever, but do you know what they've done? Ants in the after birth, we're slugs under the sun I could not wake the dead man dreaming acid party murder at the late show mutate me and breed yourselves a savior I could not kill the dead man screaming, eat my dead cock I have fallen deep in love with the sky fragments of a sunbeam glaring on a kitchen knife the leaves will fall as everything must follow kill your idol come on jump into the void, eat my cold shit everybody whispers were birds fall dead I smell the yellow sickness churning inside your head wiping flecks of foam twis- ting with rabies bloody we run thru these fields of dead dai- sies how can I ever make you know what you've done ants in the afterbirth, slugs under the sun I have fallen deep in love with sky fragments of a sunbeam glaring on a kitchen knife Tranquilized Sedated and lazy cold skies full of blue the sun burns forever it reminds me of you on your dead shore on your dead shore the sand is warm she hides her tears and quickly lets it die I will make it thru even without you my sky will be blue I live tranquilized slow motion, liquid universe I'm feeling nowhere it don't matter where we're goin' 'cause I already been there on your dead shore the sand is warm she hides her tears and quickly lets it die their dying of rabies eating their babies in fields of dead daisies I live tranquilized I'm numb and unfeeling so I just burn and stare at the ceiling I'm here but can't hear what you say and I don't think I'd give a fuck anyway Cheap Vodka I blew my last five on a cheap fifth of vodka gonna kill so- methin' there ain't nothin' gonna stop us tonight I know about confusion let's start a riot let's start a war everybody that you know is a whore fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it I don't care if there's gonna be blood we'll be there I know about confusion turn on all the lights so I can watch it die I'm, gonna taste some blood before they close my eyes cause I got the answer, one bullet I know how you feel cut out my eyes so I can't see this cold thing that's swallowing me we're meat and that's it so let's fuck it Finger Painting of the Insane Turning the knife buried in your stomach I woke up alive black with stain glistening and new the sunset's coming fingerpain- tings of the insane come on and sterilize me kneel down and idolize me suck me fuck me resurrect me rut me cut me and infect me slice me dice me I wanna die screamin the thoughts of dead babies wiped away with my semen bleed me feed me and inject me feel me, kill me then dissect me the pigs will sque- al their blood will drain finger paintings of the insane slice the throat of authority imagining infinity greasy smoke bil- lows into the sky coach roach dreams, the human dust of pain twitching screaming hide your razor face finger paintings of the insane bloody mountain momma rockabilly machine kiddy porn lover with a mouth for disease giddy'up honey my rubber fuck doll when your candle's snuffed out I'll burn brighter than before pink poinsttias for emotion that died a chilling war- gasm that feels like cyanide her pussy bleeds sunshine, rabid for flesh as each raindrop plunges to its death Jezebel Her throat is soft her lips are red her thighs re white her heart is dead jezabell red rope burns around her wrists her blood is cold a serpent's kiss do you need love whore? I like to hear you beg she's crouched down in the corner with her hands between her legs jezabell broken glass and dirty need- les, soul erosion truth electric god our superman found dead in a telephone booth shards of teeth ice pick abortions orgas- mic death, so warm let's die screamin' black goat semen I can't hear you whisper 'conform' hearts will stop and brain cells pop apocalyptic sunshine high she screams bloody murder as they chop off her fingers so this is how it feels to die but it's o.k. she was screamin' bout conspiracy talkin' bout takin' sides I was masturbating just contemplating the cold love of suicide, hearts will stop and brain cells pop apoca- lyptic sunshine high she screams bloody murder as they chop off her fingers so this is how it feels to die Scream of the Butterfly A creature made of sunshine her eyes were like the sky rabbit howls like something old as we twitch to her lullaby the scal- pel shines in gods sunshine street lights whisper pain down here ner the position stream our god has gone insane she smi- les like a child with flowers in her hair with blood on her hands into the sun she stares she feels it die, I heard her cry like the scream of the butterfly sunshine a house in fla- mes she likes it where she gets it but it's never felt the same surgery in the house of dissection when your candle burns out I will resurrect you she runs through fields of daisies yeah it's just a shame that they eat their own babies who cares cause the air is free when you get there will you kiss the dead for me? There's blood on the moon and the summer is cold there's love in the room but that's getting old there's blood on my face sittin' on a dead shore a highway of empti- ness and I', gettin bored there's blood on the moon as we plan our escape the goddess in blood handcuffed and raped there's blood in the bathtub murder the king there's blood on the moon there's blood on just about everything something cold is for- ced inside her a tear spills down her cheek stillborn songs of a dead dreamer, hymns of the needle freak with sunlight in her hair she smiles like she don't care her dreams are liquid blue I cut myself again and again to remind myself of you Dr. Seuss is Dead A cloud of flies obscure the sun a stone is dropped the dream undone ripples grow and ride the tide the dead thing crawls from deep inside with its dying sour breath the burning smell of insect flesh hungry things in circles crowd around tv's turned up to loud we are the dead next door where the dirty needles shine and litter the floor taste the light inject the lord I cut myself again because I'm so fuckin' bored the dream is swirling, I'm alone where the streets are paved with bone buidings with a hundred eyes watch me thru the swarming flies behind shades pulled down tight things are growing without light hungry things in circles crowd around tvd turned up to loud the dream sea has been poisoned the stop light splashes me read innocence suffocated in its sleep dr. sues is dead Dope Fiend Why do you love, to lick my wounds why do you love to twist my pain, why do you love to suck! My life why do you look so dead kill me I'm a dope fiend do not touch me for I am unclean kill you television do it for god kill the corpse holding the cre- dit card screaming insects hail the queen welcome the killer home hold me close to your dead heart and let the rapist roam put your bloody hands on me whisper in my ear burning bodies keep us warm and have for a million years yeah mother fucker I'm high and I'm thankful just to be alive Toubabo Koomi We wanna see some blood we need a new whore we don't give a fuck we just want some more we want blood I'm gonna fuck the hole in kennedy's head revolt deface resist push the button legalize freedom let's shoot the president, rape the queen and feel the flowers breath again inside this dead machine I'm wading into nowhere thrill kill avenue, cuttin her slowly liberty, she crawled to me the lines that define begin to gray and fade now shove it inside her specto-trippin on I slept the last mile on our way to endsville spread your legs, don't look at me cut me rape me make me free breeders screaming dreaming loveless for the bloodless white sound, oceans of dreams I won't be another number on the screen shhh: I wanna hear you scream I won't be another number white sound, dead black scre- am vomiting this cold mass of hate I'm gonna push my love thru her skull I have heard abortion stories from the leather nun holding hands with dead girls hiding from the sun the lines that define begin to gray and fade now we shoot out the lights and swallow razor blades I feel nothing for the meat that came before liberty, she crawled to me playing the whore God Machine Strapped into the chair the needle now descents as they lick their cracking lips their twitching never ends blood beneath their finger nails, swallow all my pain dirty needles break the skin now suck hard as I drain sunken eyes, a twisted spine a whiter shade of pale rockabilly man come to pound the coffin nails inject my stomach full of cockroach eggs their machine is coming carried on a million legs waking in the sleep of reason winter is the forever season lick thy mother's bleeding lips from this glass of hate we sip fuck the glass we pump the keg kill conception at the egg her chin is wet with someone's hate love, disfigure, amputate can you remember how it felt to be alive? Your god machine is cold and dead your eyes they cannot cry fuck you deities of dying love we have shot them down from the skies above screaming convulsing my eyes are bleeding be silent now and take you beating I wonder how long you would live with a bullet un your gut I wonder how much shit you'd talk if your throat was cut I wonder what you'd sound like begging me to let you breath I wonder how much pain it would take to make you all beleive The Morticians Flame Hunter of tears, relative to pain half of this world is dark with the stain the stain of unknowing the dead flowe buds, on smiling lips is innocent blood the corpse of your god can only rot and grow cold now promise you'll kill me before I get old I heard you on the telephone moaning my doom a cold woman will kill me in a darkened room the chain-saw smile of the mortici- an shines I still got all my fingers but somewhere I lost my mind I can smell abortion on you I can see thru I take the gun out of my mouth and point it at you What Color is Death The shade of an ice pick sinking into flesh sex-n-sex-n-sex-n- death I don't want you I want your flesh close my eyes and dream of death slip away and take a breath rivers running dark and cool how can nothingness be cruel? Trip with me and meet the sun this orgasm of light suck the world inside yourself spitting forth the night I listen to the trees they hum and hold hands with the moon insects whisper sweet nothings the solar system blooms the skulls of babies grow within the gar- den of the soul where the girls run barefoot and all life lives uncontrolled come on baby let's kick back and bleed with me awhile never mind the cold black truth that stains the kitchen tile The Bones of Baby Dolls Flower girls play lover grave games in the courtyard I heard her screaming like a radio mary lou left marks on you she just screams at the walls the kite string pops I'm swallowed whole by the sky she smokes the bones of baby dolls techno-lexus screaming meat heavens cold beneath my feet cyber love the anti-man we make love... because we can virgins play where the bayous blue barefoot (and bloody) eatin' mushroom stew work=pay pay=freedom fuck them all cause we don't need'em everything's gone dry like bottle glass scraping cross the pavement Cassie Eats Cockaroaches I feel the wetness of her tongue that slides across my skin the viruses crawl over me and feel for some way in cut you with my cock cassie likes it in her hand cassies dead inside I came to fuck the open wound so hold it open wide cassie loves to swallow this bleeding will it stop I left cassie hollow cut you with my cock take me into the ocean lay me out on her shore wake me when the sun burns out and we'll run forever more were all gonna die tomorrow the freaks are screaming burn it down she can't feel the weather I can't touch the ground pale and twitching, twisting to the cold dance watching the room grow old a funeral romance somewhere, someone's, sreaming that the worlds gone smear me with your blood and let these dead boys play their grave songs slide acrossthe warm red floor to meet me lock the bathroom door before they crawl to eat me cut her throat and whisper that we're going home twit- ching to the cold dance they suck the meat from her bones