Soul Auctioneer

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The lynch mob they hide from the infinite hole As judged genocide's executioner goes To crucify venus in cinemascope The narcotic preachers are happy High priest the mesmorous, the soul auctioneer Sells scorpion tightropes, while suffer 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 leaving terminal narcosis A poisoned mind will make you blind Beware of trojan horses A dead head, blunt needle You've broken your wings You've lost your demon Drop the bomb, spread the virus Marxist priests teach defiance Change 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 You've broken your wings you've lost your Demon You've broken your wings you've lost your Demon Demon Demon Demon Demon

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