Liquid Art

From the spoken word album Puissance -1 by Big-Hired Assassin

no more rules
i will no longer obey your gods
i will kill them in their sleep
i will take over the seasons
and walk w/ you to the gate
there is no reason, nor time, to weep
i control the midgets
the battered spouses
and the rebellious teens
the mad and obscene
psychological machines
pumping me w/ fluids
made from lead and concentrated venom
you strange men
who create liquid art
w/ no passion
you trendy bastards
who follow the latest fashion
will burn in the ovens
along w/ the rest of the dead
and in the showers
w/ the rest of the dead
and on the beaches
w/ the rest of the dead
listen as we mourn
w/ the forgotten troops
and the destined losers
you who sleep safely
will not forget me
i am on my way
to take what is already mine
to claim my paradise
you will wish you were dead
after i let loose what is in my head
take out the trash…burn the evidence
and keep watch
i’ll be there soon
to comfort you

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