The tracts of Arkazum.

 

OUR FATHER - Dead yards, bone shards spit your sons at you. Grim charred, grave marked for the rest of you. Terminal frequency, open up your veins. Perilous casualty all that now remains. Drown him, drown him, drown him in the spring, drown him drown him, drown the autumn king. Our father, whose art is clever."Father, do you know? Do you know when times are bad? Can we play with Jesus, raise him from the dead? Steer us to the river, sing a song for him - Drown him little children, let's drown him".Our father, whose art is clever. Drown him. Let us pray - "I COME TO BE I FROM A SEED". Our father whose art is clever.

LUNGLAND - Said she was a fever yellow fingers turning blue. Said she was a lover clings like skin to you. All her love consumed me, blood clots in blackened veins. Herfume corrodes me, turgid filth in pissy rain. “Made a grave for you my love, won’t you join me here?” she cried. “I can’t” I reasoned sadly “for I am still alive”.
She tells you she’s a beauty formed of chemical sin. Open up thee tombs O’ honey & let me walk right in. As the linen face approaches the clicking hand appears. The wheeling in of the lung machine & the waxen head of tears. “Made a grave for you my love, won’t you join me here?” she cried. “I can’t” I reasoned sadly “for I am still alive”. Let’s walk upon the hillsides, scatter ashes to the land. Let them breathe with open minds in merrie olde Lungland. Eat me mighty father, the flock must cull the beast. A measure of starvation is allowed for you at least. Avenge me mirror spirit enter skin & bone. Push the monkey off my back & make walk alone. Give me sister sinister, roam through her demise. Hang me on the dogstar bitch of the sun of the smile. Grant me Mr. Jesus, word in the wind of the wild. Hold me to the cult of life of dirty twisted lies. “Made a grave for you my love, won’t you join me here?” she cried. “I can’t” I reasoned sadly “for I am still alive”.

YOU CAN BE MY HEARSE - You can be my summertime, living low in hard decline, all the worlds within our words now hear our curse: You can be my autumn hearse, red-eye glow in fiery burst. I got no time to be living on, what's been done let it be undone. I'll be left to travel on unto sleep unto the sun. You can be my autumn hearse.

COLD WIND BLOWS - Do you offer silent gestures as you lay down close to mud? There is pain and consequences as the wind blows you cold. And he lost his soul down the hole, down the hole where the cold wind blows. And the cold wind blows the creatures crawl down the hole where the cold wind blows. Down the hole were the creatures go. Can't you hear the creatures calling from fetid mouth to body old? This the end, the final calling as the wind blows you cold. And he lost his soul the merry old soul...Dig deep little creatures into earth break the mould. Bury us o' so deeply as the wind blows us cold. And he lost his soul down the hole...

BLACK LIPPED GRIN - She held nine iron cold with a black lipped grin and fur of gold. Gave the courage of conviction, licked the words of my affection. Then she drank the bottle dry with a frenzied tongue and a begging eye. All within the body golden dog gone but not forgotten. Wipe the tears from your eye you can drink the bottle dry. Let's walk let's talk let's be together. When all hope fades let's cry together. Go running, screaming, kicking at the door, claw a little harder ask a little more. If this is what you want you can eat it out my hands (no protein just a handful of sand). Listen to the wolf whispering "it's true". Prove yourself proven, proven to be true. Wipe the tears from your eye you can drink the bottle dry. Don't you close your eyes now to all that still remains - moving ever forwards to the closing down of brain? This is future knowledge of dead times still to come. Who you make your peace with when it's your turn to run? Wipe the tears from your eye you can drink the bottle dry.

CONTEMPLATION - Arkazum his bright light stare awoke the creatures sleeping there. Radio voice from a distant star told us all to "be aware", he said, "When you worship me I will laugh at you" he said "When you worship me I will laugh at you". Live in a trance for a year and a day; send for a doctor to take me away. Send for a nurse a surgeon too (they never cure they cut me in two). Look at the stars look for a cause and all the glass men who worship shards. I worship me when I laugh at you. Is there reason without a clue? Contemplation of a saviour. Hello welcome into our room. Your face has changed, your hands are claws - turn off the light, close the doors. Got a bio-chemical change wash the sphere out of range. Their eyes are full of light sent from the beams of a satellite.

THEE PORTAL OF EYE & EAR - Listen with ears, see with eyes. Your eyes can’t see me. Listen with ears, see with eyes. Your eyes are blinded. Skin & bones I got no soul to give you so I’ll piss on your grave in the moonlight, delight tonight! Linger down with the tombs in ground to scorn you our skin & bones can spear your mocking heart. Flush your flesh membrane outside the brain. Apply the signal switch on your flesh domain again. Fill the portal with look & see eyes & ears. Erase the filthy void & disappear, just disappear. Exist off the list, exist off the list. Exist now you’re off the list. Listen with eyes, see with ears. Your eyes are blinded. Flesh domains going to make you sane.

UDDERBUDDER - Let's signal the end of the night for the brave they've got a little wormy crawling through their grave. Life cycle function is for the Lord to appraise but you my brother's sisters are things I can erase. We just fell from wombs to advance a secret code. Embryonic chamber, nutrient overload. Bacteria Hysteria! All fevers and all plagues, cylinders of malice, masters of all slaves. We can speak to shadows, whisper all their names. Write our names backwards, spit upon the flames. We can look in mirrors, scratch around on floors. Let psychiatric judgement open all the doors. Surround yourself with death and you act like a corpse, devoid of any meaning - ruined without a cause

ZUMLIGHT - Zum, zum, zum, zum. Travel towards the zumrise on a crumbling carriage of bone. Pulled by wooden horses with skulls of gold. Across the wastes we ride morning meeting night. Then upon our eyes it shines the zumrise & zumlight. We welcome you in Zum, zum, zum, zum zumlight.