God Machine

The God machine is hungry
 for individualism and ripe brains
 the skull farmers do their rain dance
 and pray the machine falls to sleep
 she holds me close
 and whispers wet
 "there are cannibals among us."
 mad in love with dry dead boys
 in the backs of
 abandoned cars
 smoking the bones of children
 plotting the murder of love
 strapped into the chair
 the needle now descends
 as they lick their cracking lips
 their twitching never ends
 blood beneath their finger nails,
 swallow all my pain
 dirty needles break the skin
 suck hard as I drain
 drain me
 drain me
 sunken eyes, a twisted spine
 a whiter shade of pale
 rockabilly man come to pound the coffin nails
 inject my stomach full of
 cockroach eggs
 their machine is coming carried on a million legs
 waking in the sleep of reason
 winter is the forever season
 lick thy mother's bleeding lips
 from this glass of hate we sip
 fuck the glass we pump the keg
 kill conception at the egg
 her chin is wet with someone's hate
 love, disfigure, amputate
 amputate
 amputate
 can you remember how it felt to be alive?
 your god machine is cold
 and dead your eyes they cannot cry
 fuck your deities of dying love
 we have shot them down from the skies above
 screaming convulsing
 my eyes are bleeding
 be silent now and take your beating
 I wonder how long you would live
 with a bullet in your gut
 I wonder how much shit you'd talk
 if your throat was cut
 I wonder what you'd sound like begging me
 to let you breathe
 I wonder how much pain it would take
 to make you all believe
 believe, believe, believe, believe
 in me
 I'm your god machine
 fuck your god