The Vacants

Preacher told me, boy, there’s a demon in your soul

I do psychedelics see the sequences in code

LA from Northwest seagulls mean I’m home

Relish in the torment needles in the bones

Kill em all kill em all, follow the pack

Digital chemicals swallow the tab

When I go in then no bottle’s intact

Inner so liminal hollow and cracked

Hop on a track and it’s Suicide Club

Pockets are packed with the fuel to my buzz

God on a canvas I drew with my blood

Talking to shadows like who can I trust?

Bud that I have I can stuff in a swish

Cuts on my hand cover sun from the prints

Summer of Sam come and run with the kid

Summon a Sam to run nothing but Tricks

No one, no one, code of the shogun

Poke some holes in your clothes with a ghost gun

Go with the spirits, unholy appearance to match

Show me your tears in a vat

Pierced in the back, I’m becoming amiss

I peered in the cracks, there’s nothing to miss

The mirrors are black, it’s just an abyss

You veer in my path, get gutted like fish

Lense elevated clear alcohol level

Saw a devil in the moonlight

Psychedelic substance psalms several praised God

Dig up her bones in the graveyard

Black walls breeding air overdosed seance

Myan assaulted close image

Murder at midnight appear comatose kinship

UFO autopsy pulse risen

Fire pit swallowed earth final trip home

Forming cult visit

Circle head spin regimen flatline veteran

Moon cypher sharpen specimen

Bullet shells for spiderweb

Dinner munch anger prescription meds

Smelled the fear of a dead orgy

Served cyanide designers head

My soul is so acidic a skull that’s soaked in cynics

I sewed specific holes closed I hope the ghosts don’t get in

Holding tightly going 90 but the terror caught up

Right beside me is the wifey on the terracotta

Begin again there’s an art to the disfigurement

We’re into sin turn the darkness to magnificent

I’m different never them death to sycophants

Switzerland shed my skin and then I switch again