The dogfactory
Manic movementHe's driving like mad and I just can't believe
The distance we travelled between her and me
He's pushing into the red - like wanting to shake of…
There is something he needs - he needs to get rid of… of sin
Well I know where our drive will end
He likes to get far away - where life seems larger yet farther
A place to high to breath - thin-aired suggestive turn-on
Where in my name
Don't use that name
Cruel games are played
Don't you dare to play
Locked in with the beast
Don't mention the beast
Open up the door
She is the door
Now and before
Back to before
Where life is new
Consumate what's new
Brusquely he hit the brakes - chimneys penetrate an ash grey sky
The factory opens her gates - a loathsome fear encloses my heart
We've been here a thousand times before - sometimes to give more often to take
Where from my heart
Don't you speak of a heart
All relevance parts
Never shall we part
Locked in with the beast
Don't mention the beast
Open up the door
She is the door
Now and before
Back to before
Where life is new
Consumate what's new
Mercilless amputation has always been my thing.
I'm the black-gloved butcher of many things tagged 'deformity'
Out of big plastic bags I feed the remains to my dogs
You should see them fight for the bleeding heart of the cause
Still after sometime something begins acting up
An itching-crawling-sobbing misery it is
My hands are stained and no matter how hard I scrub
They will always leave you with a nagging residue
A thin viscos film covering hands and brain - wondering what could have been
And how many times have I returned - to this cursed place of rotten erotics
It reeks of dogs and death - the spirits are again restless today…
A diciplined beast is twice as cunning in getting on top of it's master someway
Where in my self
Never trust your self
All roads end
Screaming tires end
Locked in with the beast
Don't mention the beast
Open up the door
You are the door
Now and before
Back to before
Where life is new
Consumate what's new