Pineal Glands In Springtime "Kirlian Kisses And Sixth Senses" (2014)

Produced by Randy Prozac

 

Prima Materia

into the mouth of the sun
my tentacles flail in the womb
birthing me in the sky
i am one of the stars in the night

i am the sea thing
shape-thing of a soul
i am the hydra
material maternal

the animal fetus
anima soul

for her heart
it's shape

in blood
in blood
in blood
in blood

 

In The Mouth Of The Eye

this descent of the heart
from the first pure state
of eternal spring
leaving all evil behind

in the mouth of the eye
in the month of the moon
thunder claps over my grave
take me back to the altar

the stars left the sky
flames blow round my head
in the dream like a mirror
it shone before me

in the mouth of the eye
in the month of the moon
thunder claps over my grave
take me back to the altar

i cut off my head

now you can't
get inside me

now you can't
get inside me

now you can't
get inside me

 

The Black Veil

the lightnings flash
from the touch of my hand
and the horizons fade
their flowers ever burning
melting into memory
weaving fingers know
my name

 

Down To A Sunless Sea

eyes shining
from pineal fires
panting in springtime
animal knowings

metamorphosize

death is the mother
of beauty
darkness
illuminate

the radiant center
of forever
the egg itself
the heart erotic

the unchanging
lights of time
are alive

breathing air
tasting water
the dream began

blood and water
in rains of light
soon grow wild

before i vanish
into your heart
like a knife

 

Living In The Abyss

eye for an eye
for eternity
this law of hell
is observed in me

voices of the dead
catch me as i fall
my every sense
stained by steel in flames

wishing within the dream
that it was just a dream
as if it were not
living in the abyss

spirits sit with me
and they watch me die
through screams
i see infinity

i break apart
into base metals
the moon is nearly full
the ants at my feet

sinking teeth
into me
limbs spread
in fevered dream

bound, burned
washed in smoke
i do believe
in eternity

 

Dracula Syndrome

i want to stare
at the black sun

weaving and crawling
across my tongue

drawing down her moan
night falls as bodies lock

as you recoil in terror
hid away by the fire

now you know..
now you know my name
and what i had meant to say..

the first sound
bright red and spurting

confessing into kisses
spurting venous blood

that i am leviathan
light falls upon the embryo

lingering and wet

 

Saturn Return

holy kisses
the fury of the blast
feel the straining
of the octopus

poisonous snakes
bite me on the face
another parallel
another human disease

you know my name lycanthropy
in the darkest hour of the spring
a black hole has nothing on me
a witch set on fire
and the scent of her heat

and all the floods
and all the loves
the flowers that died
after the rain of my lust

and all the floods
and all the loves
the flowers that died
after the rain of my lust

the instant of death
and the following flames
degenerative principle
of the succubus

always elusive
i'll howl for you then
an innocent maiden
surrounded by wolves

and all the floods
and all the loves
the flowers that died
after the rain of my lust

and all the floods
and all the loves
the flowers that died
after the rain of my lust

 

Omega Point

attracted to
the sun
as much as
by the moon
eternal promise
of the womb

phallic thrust
of desire
and prediction
of death
eviscerated soil
in the field
of paradise

deepest
subconscious
levels
torn in half
the terror
of discovery
of the private
identity

eaten
by the teeth
of eternity
breaking forth
into lamentation
falling
into
supplication

polluted bliss
again in paradise
producing
birth and death
the milk
and the egg

in the heart
of the lost

in the heart
of the lost

 

When The Mask Becomes The Skin

thorns and thistles
whirl through the air
devoured
by either
fire or flame
flesh lusting
against the spirit
sap glistening
in sun on wood
ghosts swim toward
unreachable waters
enough to fill
an empty heart
the images
of the world
rip it apart
mother
now
seething
in our ecstasy
ceremonies of innocence
drown
practice the heart
consumed in fire
there is no escape
from time
have a shower of flowers
hang from the tree branch
everything we've become
is worthless

everyone
and everything
i want it all
i'll give it all
i'll touch your face
still in this place
before it's gone
which won't be long
if you don't recall
they took it all
but we can run
and we should run
it's falling down
all around
and you don't care
except to stare
i'd leave this place
to kiss your face
i'd let it go
and let it glow
cuz everyone
and everything
is hanging
from the final string

and if we stay
within the grey
and close our eyes
to all the cries
then down we'll flow
into the drain
and all around
not to face the pain
of what we've done
just to have fun
we look away
but we will pay
cuz there's a cost
to being lost
and i know you'll laugh
at the golden calf
it's your place
you wear it's face
what you were taught
it made you rot
while you shop
for meaningless slop
turn off your brain
so you feel no pain
dig your hole
but build a tunnel
throw a rock
kick the clock
smile and laugh
just to get along
starving people
will never hear this song
playing along
with fitting in
when the mask
becomes the skin
feel the sting
of the safety pin
these excuses
are wearing thin

 

Kirlian Kisses And Sixth Senses

her flames lept out
and became hair and skin
the words never faded
from her tongue

shades kiss
without pausing
as the sun breaks

your love
is what i bleed
my storm is born
upon your shore

protecting
through the long night
female and your womb

dripping blood
into it's vase

the lights burned out
on purpose

the lights burned out
on purpose

the lights burned out
on purpose

 

Mourning Arachne

the fire inside me
drove me mad
the shadow of death
the scent of a gorgon

and the mountain
releasing lava
thrusting and screaming

brought back
the primordial fire
by sword
and womb

and there is no destruction
no lonely howl
from the darkness

only for the moment
then we fall back
into the tomb

and the smoke rose up
forever and ever

and the mountain
releasing lava
thrusting and screaming

brought back
the primordial fire
by sword
and womb

and there is no destruction
no lonely howl
from the darkness

in all the deepest shrines
listening to it's secrets