Whitney
We that drift across the mind, with the grace of nightmare sickness. Live past three thoughts to the judgement. Sweet lady. I could have hurt. Deliver me, far, far, far away, from here. Let it go this is mine. Please forever. Blood surrounds the furity, and warms the face of the one you love. Separate two times. The secret voice I've got speaks the new word for slave. Some kinds keep, some don't. Some scream, some don't. Hit, kick, holler, hit. But all of 'em, all of 'em Bleed. Caress and command. All the scents they blur Substance Lustenance Abscess

Dogman With Horns
Eyes have seen. Ears have witnessed. The unspoken lamentations. To one man's sickness. Incandescent futrescence. A truth is spoken and lost. A life taken. A soul stolen. A memory held in one man's heart, on a string. The eyesore of Apoloyons dream. His dancing regrets, 143 they drift away. The bleeding voices they know my name and it hurts. I'll trip the shadow, wile you show the leg. He's coming to scare me again. This Dogman's grown horns and made mama cry again. Searching for someone to hurt. This is mine I'll burn it all.

Sister supreme
Surprise next said. If you could raise your head you'd see what you've done. Next in line. Surreal sublime. Addiction affliction. Attracts behind the pedestal. A hand reaches for sister supreme. A lingering fatigue. These special k kids and their infant love triangle. A panic setting in. I've a place for you in my head, my mouth. Watch me learn and grow in the cracks beyond their eyes. Bring out the bastards. The knuckle headed hustlers. Mama I broke the camel's back. What's your new color Katherine safety pin? The kind of lust that's short lived. The kind that burns. As my eyes stain to hear what you just said I can't help but recognize that's the same line She's hoxed the compass and drawn the line. It's a stellar production. That turns into a multicellular miscommunication.

Stew For the Murder Minded

Bad Boy 1:	Give me a hand with this shit!
Bad Boy 2:	Alright, let's do it. He's dead, aint he?
Bad Boy 1:	Anybody see you?
Bad Boy 2:	Eh... I don't know.
Bad Boy 1:	Come on. Hurry up!
Bad Boy 2:	Hey, I think I dropped something.
Bad Boy 1:	Pick it up. Pick it up!
Bad Boy 3:	Ready?
Bad Boy 2:	Yeah, let's go!
Something, could be a body, is put in a trunk. Car doors slamming.
Someone:	Yeah!
More car doors. Someone fumbling with keys.
Someone:	Fuck ... [something] ... Dodge.
Car starts up.
Radio:	[something] ... raining ... [something] ... facility.
A cassette is put in the stereo. Some kind of hip-hop?
Bad Boy 1:	Do you know were we are going?
Bad Boy 2:	No, I ... [something] ... mate .... [something] ... take to the left...
Bad Boy 3:	Alright!
Bad Boy 2:	Yeah!
Bad Boy 1:	Take to the front here.
Bad Boy 3:	Alright!
Bad Boy 2:	Oh, shit!
Bad Boy 1:	I told you ... [something] ... which [something] ... continue.
Bad Boy 2:	Keep going!
Bad Boy 1:	Turn by the street. I can't believe we beat that shit!
Bad Boy 2:	He's gonna... he's gonna meet us outside, right? He's right up front.
Bad Boy 3:	That's what he said.
Bad Boy 2:	You.. you can drive...
Bad Boy 3:	[something] ... shit. He said he could help us.
Bad Boy 2:	What did your brother say?
Bad Boy 3:	What?
Bad Boy 2:	What did your brother say?
Bad Boy 3:	[something]
Bad Boy 2:	Take it right here.
Bad Boy 3:	Yeah. Alright! See this turn up here?
Bad Boy 2:	Yes.
Bad Boy 3:	Alright. Take right... and then look friendly, no fuckin' bronco.
Bad Boy 2:	I think I ... [something]
Bad Boy 3:	No, ... [something]
Somebody:	Fuck!

"Shoot the pig" guitars. Car keys again. Doors opening.

Shoot the Pigs
For none of these fuckers will ever know, what I think as I go. No... no not one last time. Not for me not for you. Not for what I find may scare me more than if I stayed blind. I've shot the pig. I've drawn the line. I've got my nine under my shirt. Don't worry you won't get hurt. In my head ring blood tones that make me feel less alone. Biting nails cleaning guns Biting nails cleaning guns

Bad boy: Now, we're forced to do extreme things, make some money and get the fuck out of there!

Seven Hours of Angel Food
It's hard to see with your hands tied. Would you, could you, help you learn to try. Remember me with my hands tied. Can he, will she, show me how to fly... away. Combust and confuse, begin and end. A rail to stand on and the day begins. Sins son abound prodigy to this treason. Death's dust compound mad man of this season. Supertouch trilogy hypersex soliloquy. Help me, for the shadow man is coming for my soul. What steeps inside mentacidical minds is nothing. Compared to what the darkness suggested. With movement weathers my minds. Sinister fingers probe my mind. And it bleeds. Taretts mouth gutter punk vile kid scheming. Roche pimp three breaks bleeding. Simple minds are spitting seven pennies. While riding on a breeze of steel pins

Seraphim
I feel it enter my soul. Paranoid obsession won't let him leave home. 'Cause he's seen her face in the mirror, all tattered and torn. Glass bottom words won't leave her alone. 'Cause she's seen the angel that kills her. Can't see, don't know that the words are creation. Hell bent on destruction and lies. Fear's child sells him theory that hope is alive... This conflict lies in the back pocket of an unnamed angel. Still searching for the sign that completes the circle of it's life. Don't know what it finds will define it's life from the bottom of it's soul. Is your friend OK? Look like the lonely one who wants things to change. But things, they change to fast. Held in contempt of the righteous. He believes in serrated words. Left undisturbed will haunt him forever. Heaven sent, chosen few. Stealing the cracks below a screaming trumpet. Four heads on six wings that blow the four winds as the seventh trumpet sounds. I told that man what you had said and he looked at me and lied. Cried and closed his eyes, died and drew the line. Time goes as I go and I go high. His deed warms me. This darkness caresses me again. The sloppy image of painted truth rides through the heart of its maker. This man, his ability etched. Sports the hemorrhage from her dead socket. Now we can't wake him. Through holes in walls these angels walk. Hole in his soul this demon breathes. Knows in his heart, the seraphim will fall. When the winds die will the treason still bleed. Who's left holding the smoking gun... I am. Cold whispers help burn this sinners eyes. Pulls him back to birth. I witness the end. True beauty.

Sawtooth Grin
Hold tight this ride holds time. Knows you inside and out. Knows you're burning inside and you need him. She needs, and he knows why she's bleeding. So he goes back and forth again and again. Underneath the freeway. Alone his own king invincible. If the sound you hear screams spirit and the mind no longer know. If the sound you make is swollen then the mess just grows and grows. Bleed for a while, bleed for a while. Close your hands for a hundred miles. Can I savor one last sentiment. A closing comment is just a dancing regret. Soul bliss. This kid screamed while running down the ledge. Why not hide what you contrive, while kneeling by the bed? This wall bleeds that I lean on, It's everything for the condemned. Ten kids quit teeth, one kid goes deep. Aligned. He knows what he does and why. He saw him go back and forth again and again. Underneath his freeway. Destroyed. Three in the head, one in the leg. He's dead, he's dead, he's dead. If the sound you hear screams spirit and the mind no longer knows. If the sound you make is swollen then the mess just grows and grows. A separate piece no longer this gestation grows. His destiny is beginning to swell. He can't take away more of this. He know they'll be coming after him in droves. Now he sees the line from the other side. Witch the night, the joining is the line and it too reminds. You can't hear the singing. Not while you see. It swells and justifies.

Lamentations [In Tribute to Infamy]
This man knows and I know what you need. Lies thrive in the vibe that you conceal. Rapture of this mind. Feel the strain this man, he has made a choice. Burn forever, pain his life. Now he must live to struggle. Burn this time, he'll fight tomorrow. Libertine hate machine. Bearer of forgotten dreams. Fear is no longer a factor as love drowns in the common denominator. Divided by the sun of it's parts. Equivalent to the hate that it breathes. This product near complexion he forgets his dreams. A thousand eyes lamenting. A million miles from here. Six of them caressing. As ten watch them burn. The six begat two. Has sight forsaken you. Bound frail dreams kiss. Cut hand bleeds. Love holds all these bound frail dreams kill the need. We've become just exactly what we despise we ignore. Lies awake waiting for the end to come. Please quickly. She despises all these places she calls home. Now and forever. So confined restraint and overflow. Lucid visions fractured thoughts. Libertines temple with anticipations. Pain of few feed the masses. A crackhead screams. Dreams tweeks and fiends. Cacophony confusion juses lost dreams with failure. Perversion's disturbed dance with the righteous.

Your Hours
I don't really know if the lyrics above is to Lamentations or to Your hours. In the pamphlet the lyrics stand under Lamentations, but Scott sings it in the Your hours track. The Lamentations track is basically instrumental and...eh, fuck it.