Die geheimen Tageb├╝cher von einer verderbten Existenz

Behind these gates you will hear my thoughts screaming like nerves under the sun and feel my emotion laughing to the empty ether.
Welcome Dear Wanderer, make yourself at home.
The road is long and tortuous and I hope you enjoy yourself.

Fraternally Yours,
Poison Creeper

Monday, 1 October 2007

Lydia Lunch - Lady Scarface Lyrics

We had a date
12th street at eight
If you're done I'll be there don't be late
Instructed as such
Without a soft touch
If it would've mattered it didn't too much
I waited for you a minute or two

Well just what kind of a girl do you think I am

Fumbing around
A cigarette
Smoked it to the ash and then lit up again
Blowing smoke rings
Blinding the air
If you're comin baby you're just two in a rears
I'm too impatient and you're just too late
My attention span is just not that great

Then this young kinda guy walked right on by me
I couldn't have been more than 16
It's just nothing I can do you gotta understand
You see, he had this walk
I mean, down ??? and
No he wasn't going my direction so I just kinda turned an eye
I had to I was really possessed
I mean, I wasn't myself

I was so close
I crept like a cat
Visions of seduction lurking under my hat
He was so young
Such innocense
If I had control I didn't feel any yet
I couldn't be heard
Not a sound did I make
If this is the real thing there's just no need to fake

So now was the time
The crucial 8th mile
If I had to do it it would be with a smile
A tap on his back
A slip on my belt
He turned around and I knew that the ground would melt
I put on the ice
The smile was gone

Hey baby, and the rest...