Tear Garden Lyrics
Empathy with the Devil

My flavor is the stuff of locusts. Hot chili
firebrand spitting volcano teeth. Bleeding skies,
sulpher mines... The foul breath of Satan's
favorite gutter worm. You feel me when I'm close -
an ice wind of steel stilettos hammered in your
spine. Quicksilver nausea spinning, spewing forth
and everything's a mess. every posession you ever
had - wrecked - lying at your feet. Telegrams that
tell you God is dead piled high on the TV. The
incessant TV. Burbling. Distorted. A cheesecake
nun advertising 20 brands of sea cow lemon shit in
60 different languages. A gargoyle handjives for
the hard of hearing. Subliminals. Criminals.
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Phoney buisinessmen in thick rimmed glasses. Bad
comedians. Laughing bags aping the Hallelujah
chorus - the forgotton version - out of key
(slightly). Just enough to annoy you. My flavor is
cheap perfume on rotting Man-Ray maggots! Dead
maggots. My flavor's a wound re-opening by
surprise, green fishes eyes flowing out. Wriggling
things. Gelatinous. Still alive and screaming -
out of key (slightly). Just enough to annoy you.
My flavor's a plunging elevator a millisecond
before it hits the cellar. A cellar with mutated
rats. Old - very old - lost teeth. Abortions.
Garbage. So pungent it hums - out of key
(slightly). Just enough to annoy you. My flavor's
your flavor. Deep within you. Hidden. Waiting to
get out...