Lament for my cock.
Sore and crucified,
I seek to know you.
Acquiring soulful wisdom,
You can open walls of mystery.
Strip-show.
How to acquire death in the morning show.
TV death which the child absorbs.
Deathwell mystery which makes me write.
Slow train, the death of my cock gives life.
Forgive the poor old people who gave us entry
Taught us god in the child's prayer in the night.
Guitar player,
Ancient wise satyr,
Sing your ode to my cock.
Caress its lament,
Stiffen and guide us, we frozen.
Lost cells,
The knowledge of cancer,
To speak to the heart
And give the great gift:
Words
Power
Trance
This stable friend and the beasts of his zoo,
Wild haired chicks,
Women flowery in their summit,
Monsters of skin.
Each color connects to create the boat
Which rocks the race.
Could any hell be more horrible
Than now and real?
I pressed her thigh and death smiled.
Death old friend,
Death and my cock are the world.
I can forgive my injuries in the name of
Wisdom
Luxury
Romance
Sentence upon sentence
Words are healing lament
For the death of my cock's spirit
Has no meaning in the soft fire.
Words got me the wound and will get me well,
If you believe it.
All join now and lament for the death of my cock
A tongue of knowledge in the feathered night.
Boys get crazy in the head and suffer,
I sacrifice my cock on the alter of silence.
Sore and crucified,
I seek to know you.
Acquiring soulful wisdom,
You can open walls of mystery.
Strip-show.
TV death which the child absorbs.
Deathwell mystery which makes me write.
Slow train, the death of my cock gives life.
Taught us god in the child's prayer in the night.
Ancient wise satyr,
Sing your ode to my cock.
Stiffen and guide us, we frozen.
Lost cells,
The knowledge of cancer,
To speak to the heart
And give the great gift:
Words
Power
Trance
Wild haired chicks,
Women flowery in their summit,
Monsters of skin.
Each color connects to create the boat
Which rocks the race.
Than now and real?
Death and my cock are the world.
I can forgive my injuries in the name of
Wisdom
Luxury
Romance
Words are healing lament
For the death of my cock's spirit
Has no meaning in the soft fire.
Words got me the wound and will get me well,
If you believe it.
A tongue of knowledge in the feathered night.
Boys get crazy in the head and suffer,
I sacrifice my cock on the alter of silence.
This, to me, has always been about male puberty. How hard (no pun intended) it is to deal with rampant hormonal urges in the midst of a sexually compelling world. And it's nothing new that orgasm has often been referred to as a small death, so the sacrificing could very well mean masterbation.
Now those are some powerful lines.
"I pressed her thigh and death smiled"
Jim thought death was a woman
"Forgive the poor old people who gave us entry"
that shits tite, i interpret that as saying our parents are just grown up kids, gotta look past their mistakes