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Confessions Of A Knife

A Daisy Chain 4 Satan (Acid And Flowers Mix)


[s] "I live for drugs."
[s] "That's great."
[s] "I freaked out very very badly."
[s] "I freaked out on acid."
[s] "That's great."
[s] "I'm the white rabbit."

Here where I sit alone lost
Here I will dream, why
Give me a drink, I need a think now
I gotta rip my stinking brain

[s] "My friends turn me on."
[s] "I could never afford it, I would never buy drugs."
[s] "I live for drugs."
[s] "That's great."
[s] "I'm the white rabbit."

Black boots, highway broads
Dope forever, forever loaded
Black boots

[s] "I freaked out on acid."
[s] "I'm the white rabbit."

Here where I sit alone lost
Here I will dream, why
Give me a drink, I need a think now
I gotta rip my stinking brain

[s] "I freaked out very very badly."
[s] "I freaked out on acid."
[s] "I'm the white rabbit."

[ All previous samples looped and mixed together at apparent random ]

[ Ethnic Singing ]

[s] "Joan?  Joan?  Bitch!  I'm gonna find her, and I'm gonna kill her!"

[Note: rumors abound that the ethnic woman's singing says something... ]


The Days of Swine and Roses


[s] "Fuck you, pig fucker!"
[s] "Filthy, hetero pig shit!"

You drag me across your opened wound
I am on my last limb, I'm on my last limb
Stuck in the mainstream pseudo dude
You are on your last limb, you're on your last limb

The day I die will mean nothing to you
The days of swine and roses

Your mind's diseased with perverted justice
I am on my last limb, I'm on my last limb
Nameless horror we call love
I was only laughing, hah I was laughing

Xian zombie vampyre
I am the father, the father of nothing

The day I die because of you
The days of swine and roses

[s] "Fuck you, pig fucker!"

You drag me across your opened wound
I am on my last limb, I'm on my last limb
Stuck in the mainstream pseudo dude
I was only laughing, hah I was laughing

Xian zombie vampyre
I am the father, the father of nothing

The day I die because of you
The days of swine and roses


Hand in Hand


Stay where you are
Playing with fatalities
Come pass the stars
As darkness crumbles bones of clay
Stop all this crying
Pass the liquid to a cold one
Fate's left us here
To beg to wait to try and save me from drowning
Hand in hand...

Stay by the fire
Satan is a razorblade
We trade back and forth
Leftover puzzles we lost in the war
It's still all the same
In the quiet should I leave you
Here all alone
To beg to wait to try and save everyone from drowning
Hand in hand...


Waiting For Mommie


[s] "Okay...we're gonna have a good time with this dear!"

[s] "[Children chanting]"
[s] "We're waiting for you mommy"

Well everyone is tellin me that you have been real naughty
Running round, starting troubles, playing with sombody
Now mommy thinks it time for you to learn a little lesson
And check out who you're dealin' with, and who you be a messin'

Slam it, jam it, who cares what you do
Take it, and make it, i'm comin for you
Slam it, jam it, ride it, don't stop
Move it, groove it, when mommy's on top

Get your hard ass over here
Don't even try and run
Get your hard ass over here
Time for lesson number one

Slam it, jam it, who cares what you do
Take it, and make it, i'm comin' for you
Slam it, jam it, ride it, don't stop
Move it, groove it, when mommy's on top

[s] "That's enough tantrum for one day, lie down, mother thinks you ought to
     sleep it off!"
[s] "Okay...we're gonna have a good time with this dear!"

Well everybody is tellin' me that you have been real naughty
Running round, starting troubles, playing with sombody
Now mommy thinks it time for you to learn a little lesson
And check out who you're dealin' with, and who you be a messin'

Get your hard ass over here
Don't even try and run
Get your hard ass over here
Time for lesson number one

Slam it, jam it, who cares what you do
Take it, and make it, i'm comin for you
Slam it, jam it, ride it, don't stop
Move it, groove it, when mommy's on top


Confessions Of A Knife (Theme Part I)


[s] "I hear her.  She's calling me to her!  I belong to her!  I've belonged
     to her but I didn't know it!  I'm but a pawn pulled along by favourite
     eddies, every which way!  May life bless you!  Good bye daughter, don't
     stay here!  The curse! The curse!"


Ride the Mindway


We leave our lives behind a curtain
It's hard to keep the demons back
Sometimes we need to ride the mindway
And trash our idle thoughts along the tracks

Stray days Stray nights
Daydreaming straight from the past
Noise falls We crawl back to sleep
Change ourselves back into monsters

So wise have no doubts no sorrows no fears
I've measured rhythm to the heedless ears
Voices are calling for the fools now
I'm the desperate, a slave just as you

We leave our lives behind a curtain
It's hard to keep the demons back
We understand the black sky and its dying
A schizophrenic child is ending time


Rivers of Blood, Years of Darkness


[s] "Get out!"
[s] "Drown our useless age in blood!"
Rivers of blood, years of darkness...

Do what you're told, with the weapons of the world
Do what you're told, my stories are strange
Do what you're told, with the weapons of the world
Do what you're told, my life is stranger

[s] "Blood!  Blood!  Blood!"


Kooler Than Jesus (Electric Messiah Mix)


[Note: This is an instrumental.]


Burning Dirt


Look at me.
I'll help you if you want me to.
Don't be afraid.
[s] "... I can see the color of souls, and yours is white."

That's why I'm here.
I want to help you, but I am not sure I can.
I will pray every day for you.
From my dark well of lonliness, I will pray for you.
So as to keep evil away.
May heaven help you,
heaven help you,
heaven help you.

But not for long.

I have to get my father
I have to get my father
I have to get my father

The red hand takes the purple terror,
love cannot untie the knots.
We escape into the madhouse, 
we were locked out! 

Tonight we murder, 
who why, murdered!
Tonight we murder, 
who why, murdered!

Claustrophobic


Confessions Of A Knife (Theme Part II)


[Note: This is an instrumental, some samples include:]

[s] "Bang!  You're dead!  [laughter]"

[s] "I'll have you shot..."
[s] "Have you lost your mind?"

[s] "Bang!  You're dead!  [laughter]"

[s] "No ma'am... have you?"


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Alex Fletcher