Rozz Williams - Maggot Drain (1996)

This is the end of the line/road come to a close Muted vision of the dead blends exhaustively with the wretched night that binds it, blinds us in wanton light, A flight not so easily ignored by those in whose arms death waits, Enthroned... These are the nights of wasted bones, Traced footsteps in mud The dull thud of laughter caught in leprous waves crashed without mercy As a reminder of a spent future, lost past, a void existence Time and again Wind blown, sky scatters, embryo in flames But will it always incur so much unwarranted pain? Clouds ripped open by a band of sleepless Souls intervening from the other side of life, Throats cut like sacrificial lambs at The demon’s altar The seemingly endless invasions by hugh, staring monsters (those who go nameless among the largely unwanted masses) occur every day I pass them by those gayly painted runners in this mad dash to nowhere fast At last a slight relief from those strangely demented eyes... Seething, beaming wildly in lonesome sunset to down Maggot-drain