Not that there was ever anything there to begin with. Anyway, seeing as I no longer have even an amp, Matt doesn't have a kit, no one is talking to Shawn anymore, AND since the band's page got deleted ( I forgot the password ) we no longer have that recording, I see no choice but to put it on hold.

 

SHOULD WE EVER GET BACK TO IT, we need some commited members! As of right now, we're two guitarists and (possibly) a drummer. Mac plays lead, I *can* growl (but can't write music), and not much else. PLEASE ANYONE WHO IS A SERIOUS MUSICIAN PLAYING DRUMS, BASS, OR THROAT, CONTACT ME. If I'm not checkin' my myspace, my AIM is FlamesForTheWeak, my yahoo is OweDanceInMisery (both YIM and email), and my PSN is DaJMan311.

 

Thanks to the few of you who actually supported our "efforts" and let's hope to get this piece of shit rollin' when we get the chance.

 

Here's to keepin' metal METAL.

-Jesus.

Removal of the eyes gives my heart a saddened chill

I preserve them in formaldehyde to gaze upon at will

How their greenish flecks befell me that starlit winters night

I lost all that I ever was while locked within their sight

Before you sits a broken man with your fragile pinkish heart in hand

Peculiar how it can hurt so bad while love is only in the mind

I sew the gaping chestwork each thread is made with love

The bosom where I would rest my face is covered with your blood

This is not the end, you'll live on eternally

Oh lord it's not the end, my secrets shall forever be

I interupt this transformation a familiar lust swirling in me

A long and soulful kiss the shades are drawn the living world can't see

A coil of entrails, how curious the smell

So pungent to my eager nostrils hands further compelled

No it's not the end, you'll forever be in my arms

I could never let you go my darling cold and blue

I wonder are you dreaming still, spread eagle, blood removed

I weave the sucking trocar beneath your bruising skin

Tonight I'll lay beside you, darling, in necromantic sin.

 

I'm deleting anyone who begs me for comments.

No, even asks.

I'm so fucking sick of this bullshit.

I don't have enough fucking time or energy to read through all of these misleading bulletins which I think are important.

I'm fucking tired of opening said bulletins and finding "Oh Em Effing Gee Comment me".

Do you people have any idea how childish that is? I thought we were past begging for attention. We're in HIGH SCHOOL (most of us).

I stopped begging for attention when I was five! Grow up!

Alright, back to my original point, I'm deleting the next fucktard 5 year old that asks, hints, begs, or EVEN THINKS ABOUT ASKING for comments.

...

And if you ask me to add someone, I'll shoot you.

The US population is growing faster than that of eighteen other industrialized nations and, in terms of energy consumption, when an American couple stops spawning at two babies, it's the same as an average East Indian couple stopping at sixty-six, or an Ethiopian couple drawing the line at one thousand.

-Joy Williams, "The Case Against Babies"

bury them all beneath heaping shovel fulls of lime
in shallow graves the shreds of flesh dissolve with time
the stench of burning human flesh, a makeshift cremation
a shriveling fragment of death's grand design

i insist -- the pleasure's all mine

with orgasmic bliss the human body is consumed
the loins are charred, the slabs of mean cut off and ground
with zeal i dine upon the skin, enthralled with elation
souls of my victims within me, entombed

palette wet with atrocity
i relish the last look in your eyes
clutching your intestines, your scream echoes through me
perfection; a murder divine

i hold the secrets of the dead within my grasp
as i poke and prod, your precious world is painted black
I the controled of your fate, a twisted creation
until i've met my fancy i'll hammer and hack

palette wet with atrocity
i relish the last look in your eyes

as i'm blissfully showered in blood
i shake with violent rapture as i gaze at my delicious feast
i cannot stop my salivation
my addiction to murder has peaked
kneel only to my sick fixations
a complete symphony of your screams

oh the cruelty of death!
i wield infinite

lured by the cries of your damnation
i collect ornaments of the dead
skin tingling with anticipation
i sever the last victim's head to be put on display

this mortal coil has born unto me death's secrets
this forensic inquisition, orgasmic
another trophy of my bloodied psychosis
another body to mangle; to ravage and explore

palette wet with atrocity
i relish the last look in your eyes
clutching your intestines, your scream echoes through me
perfection; a murder divine..

I do NOT have a giant penis.

 

So now we're clear.

The Black Dahlia Muder - Novelty Cross

 

eyes of perfect ivory
match the sweetest lengths of her neck
I am but a stain to such holy fabrics
darwin's proposals bouncing back
from colored glass

serpents will guide me to your hull
slithering between the pews of pearl
and walk a path of purity and temporary grace
whatever it may take to eat and drink of you till slaked
to run a gloveless finger up
curvaceous trembling leg, we mustn't wait

the fruits of tragedy we'll taste
I'll be adam, you'll be eve
we'll fuck and so create

I'm being strangled by his statue
if only his cold eyes could weep for these things that should not be
father, I've been sinning
I've pulled a fast one, the perfect sleight of fate

goddamn girl
like an hourglass, I'll invert you
the higher powers shuddering at what you have become

the laws of science abandoned
thrust into purgatory

mary you've never looked so tender, I will you statues
here to take a breath of life and look upon
her virgin skin raised in anticipation
the dark has won
my darkness has won again!

what is truth?
I cannot yet discern
kneeling in hope of reprimand

this father's love shall not within me flow
I've fallen to my knees in hollow prayer!

how original a sin
we'll fuck and so create
and burn this planet in our wake

I'm being strangled by his statue
if only his cold eyes could weep for these things that should not be
father, I've been sinning
I've pulled a fast one, the perfect sleight of fate

goddamn girl
like an hourglass, I'll invert you
the only heaven I will know is heaving 'neath the buttons of your blouse

we'll be immortal, a most blessed union of lust
the flames of hell shall lick our coat-tails as we feast of infinities bust