Soul Auctioneer

The lynch mob be half from the infinite hole

As judged in a size it's a executioner goes

To crucify Venus in cinemascope

The narcotic preachers are happy

High priest the mesmorous, the soul auctioneer

Sells scorpion tightropes while suffering on fear

His necropolis uses the scourge of the queer

He is married to the truth incinerator

There are hands in my pockets pulling at my spine

Eggs bearing insects hatching in my mind

The stones in my shoes get sharper all the time

In the soft sick underbelly, in the carcass of these times

I fly in my head, leave terminal narcosis

A poisoned mind will make you blind beware of Trojan horses

A dead head, a blunt needle

You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon

Drop the bomb, spread the virus

Marxist priests teach defiance chase through violence

There are hands in my pockets pulling at my spine

Eggs bearing insects hatching in my mind

The stones in my shoes get sharper all the time

In the soft sick underbelly, in the carcass of these times

You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon

Broken your wings, you've lost your demon

Broken your wings, you've lost your demon

Demon, demon, demon, demon, demon

You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon

Broken your wings, you've lost your demon

Broken your wings, you've lost your demon

Demon, demon, demon, demon, demon