Lyrics
the priest copulates w/the young teens as a matter of ceremony, unceremoniously jizzing while he can.
it’s said it’s tradition.
keeping agèd in circulation.
black antennae dangling from bosom.
reaching into soft faces for lore.
mesmerism, vampirism, porn.
give up your tired, weak and forlorn.
put them on a train bound for London.
I am the end and the beginning.
The alpha, omega and the mean.
Born under shadows of crooked signs, dying and undead, spanning all time.
Raising the prostitutes from the mire, management drowns in a sea of fire.
Mezzanines collapse to the shop floor, no more filth, no more “foot in the door”.
Don’t mourn the collapse of the city.
Don’t blame the filthy society.