Black On Black

NAKED PREY

Black on black
Your tongue in my eye
A thousand nights a ride
I'm not going back

You're on the backseat of the car
and it looks like they know us...
They'd like to see it...
But the trick,
I don't know how to do it anymore...

I never delt with it
I never really delt with us
We cradled a bloom
Raising along
the hollow fangs of her jaws
Leaving some feathers to fall
In a fight that was already lost...
At the sound of her law...
Drifting a little too far...

Black on black
A new exit to follow
Death makes Saints of us all
So fuckin' bruised and beautiful...

Black on black
A new city to swallow
Death makes Saints of us all
Just like Jesus in a brothel

Black on black
This naked machine's borrowed
Death makes Saints of us all
So fuckin' lazy and shallow

Black on Black
Your tongue in my eye
A thousand nights a ride
I'm not coming back


I'M THE SHEEP THAT'S LOST, MADRE

I don't know why
Far from the East
Far from the West
I don't know why
Far from the North
'cause the North is dead
I don't know why
Down in the South
they'd sell my flesh
I don't know why

So sorry mother
You'll never have another
Your son's a daughter
Guess I'm the sheep that's lost, Madre

Alright...I said yes, I am

I don't know why
A redneck smiles
on the fourth of July

Better run far from their sun
they'll never let you watch it burn
the pope could set his cross on fire
as long as I'm concern
Run far from their white flags
they stole it from the KKK
Run 'til the sun rolls upside down
right out of the USA

So sorry mother
You'll never have another
Your son's a daughter
Guess I'm the sheep that's lost, Madre

I don't know why
The hunt is on
'til the day I die

Guess I'm the sheep that's lost, Madre


MEREDITH

I drop my guards
I fell in love with your motel
I'm addicted and I'm junked
Cherubic in the heat of your garden
Cast away between Good and Evil
Future's for the fallen
A cancer, a tumor
for the right hand of Love
and the left hand of Hate
is leaning and leaning
as the everlasting arm

Meredith, she plays with fire
Meredith, she burns like hell... baby

I like my colors red
In dreams I see you dead
I got bloodshot eyes
since I voted
for a suicide nation
I love the blood as
I can hate the rest
I'm confusion
to their master plan
I pray for the day, baby,
we will no longer exist

Meredith, she plays with fire
Meredith, she burns like hell... baby

On the sidewalks past midnight,
she's chasing angels for a fight
she's living like she'd love to die...

The night is young to get an easy ride

The sidewalks all lead to her
Come on down and take your turn
Bam-bam-be-loo-ma-be-lam-bam-bluuuurr

You're on your way, but you're never going home.

Close the book, the bull is leaking

Act I - Dias de los Muertos

In a struggle for survival
Pits the dead against the living
Bloodthirsty lust for human flesh
They'll keep coming back again...


I SMILE WHEN YOU DON'T

Can you feel them ?
'cause I can feel them, yes I can
Walking all along in the same direction until the end...
Can you hear them ?
'cause I can hear them, yes I can
Seeking the same old path to this... this distorsion
Strangest addiction...

Well, if I forgot what my name is for man...
It doesn't mean that I don't know who I am anymore.

''I could say anything to anyone,
yet, they died to touch my...
I could kill anything or anyone,
they'd do what I want to die
from my hands...maybe their minds are open wide
but they're all out of control...
all in all, they are like all of the rest, baby...''

One by one,
I watch them disappear...
Slowly fade away.

Wind might come a little faster
In a peculiar manner
For one's cold embrace...
Red and black lead to another path
Take the picture, smile,
but never leave a trail...

'cause if I'd cut to pieces
every pro-orgasmic failure I was born with,
and if I'd drop all of my colors,
I could be the star that you're looking for by now.

I could say anything.


JSS IS A SN OV A BITCHHHHHH

Well, there ain't nobody to tell myself
on which side I shall be smilin'
and there ain't nobody to tell myself
on which day I shall be prayin'

So you can keep on knockin'
can keep on knockin'
knockin' on Heaven's door

Me? I lost the key
the key to the door
the day I was born
they gave me red horns
and since then I'm on my way to Hell

...and there's no one here tonight
to show me how it feels like to be a man...

A book fulfilled by sinners
A door sealed up with prayers
Jss is a sn ov a bitchhhhhhhhh yeah!
Trickin' or treatin'
Jss is a queer by the end
of the season of the witch yeah!

MARDI GRAS

Red morning. Strange masquerade.
Today you'll love people that you'd like to hate.
Well, whatever you do, do it in time
'cause it's time to change.
I spot the heat right around the next corner...
I got the feeling like we should had move deeper...
Now, let me introduce you to the Wild...
The wildest bizarre place...

Our days are numbered
Let's just have some fun.
Open up your mind
and let this roll up your tongue.

Red evening. Forbidden parade.
Tonight you'll taste flesh that you'd like to bait.
Well, whatever you do, do it in time,
'cause it's time to play.
I got a room back at the skeleton motel.
Fifth avenue, after the circus of flesh.
Where everything's good like on a perfect Mardi gras.

I got pills and sheets of LSD
I got chloroform from this society
I got sex, poverty and the industry
to show me that nothing here is wrong
I got bondage toys and vaseline
Ain't got no religion or divinities
I got my finger on the trigger
And I'm ready to shoot on GOD...

and everything's just fine


LOST IN LA MANCHA

Under a desert sun
with my head in my hands
''we're all gonna end up dead, man''
All along my spine
pearls of sweat are slippin'
the venom's makin' its way
we're lost in the middle of nowhere
no one's goin' to find us here
I see thousands of people
but not one of them is real...

I'm trying to walk
dancin' la cucaracha
I'm trying to talk
it goes hum-bla-bla-bla
I'm trying to think
thinking about what I forgot
I'm goin' to die
and I'm lost in La Mancha

Dig that hole
leave me here
I'm not ready to disappear
but I feel the end is near
carve the number
put on a wishing well
words I've used
told what I meant
I'll drink this wine
and then I'll go to Hell

My body's shaking
my nose is bleeding
''we're all gonna end up dead, man''
All along my spine
Death is crawling
Like the snake
did before to bite me
we're lost in the middle of nowhere
and I don't know where this nowhere is
confusion's a deadly friend
but there's nothing left for us around here

I'm trying to talk
and it goes hum-bla-bla-bla
I'm trying to think
and it goes hum-na-na-na
I'm trying to move
I'm kissin' coma
I'm goin' to die
fuckin' lost in La Mancha

Dig that hole
leave me here
I'm not ready to disappear
but I feel the end is near
carve the numbers
put on a wishing well
things I've done
and where I've been
I'll drink this wine
and then I'll go to Hell

you best pray
for each one of my sins.

Act II - Party Monsters

Money, Success, Fame, Glamour

QUEENS & QUEERS

"...sideways, sometimes, at night
I remember running out...
remember nights I slept...
16 fucking years ago..."

I'm lovin' this age of supermodels
supercandies and superfucks
when you cannot break what is already broken
everyday becomes a matter of luck.

Different eyes. Different ways.
Difference dies once you get laid.
This place could keep on slipping away
everything would taste just like ecstasy.

the close interstate
between Gods and Apes
of blood and of saints
I've lost a line in the scene
if you fall from good
'cause good is to be falling
of hearts and of spades
nothing in here is what it seems...

"...underbelly. down. down.
the exit rages its way underground..."

Make a ghost out of the machine
a plastic girl, a killer queer
the more you taste, the less it means
your lips touching the E.N.D.
Cut your fingers, cut your soul
dream this dream all alone
stay quiet down the hole
of losts and founds inverse the role

you're comin' here to find
you're livin' on borrowed time
and it's coming back around
without making a sound...

I'm lovin' this age of superboredom.

ELVIS, ELVIS

I came here to feel
like the goddamn king of Rock'n Roll
She plays with me, man
She's fixing her hole upon my soul
Well, I've got the shoes,
I've got the blues
and I've danced this dance before

I've got the groove
I know the rules
I'll bring you to the floor

Give me some pills, give me some wine
give me an aim to shake my trigger...
Everything's deep, everything's wide
everything's going faster...

I'm going wild...

I came here to fall
like the so-called king of Rock'n Roll
Dancin' with the devil
Elvis's dead looking down the hole
Well, I've got the shoes,
I've got the blues
and I've danced this dance before

I've got the groove
I know the rules
I'll bring you to the floor

Give me some pills, give me some wine
give me an aim to shake my trigger...
Everything's deep, everything's wide
everything's going faster...

I'm going wild...

Don't need to play with you
the way that I do
Don't need to feel you
the way that I do
Don't need to beg you
the way that I do
Don't need to fear you
the way that I do
Don't need to hate you
the way that I do
Don't need to know you
the way that I do
Don't need to kiss you
the way that I do
I need to dance you
the way that I...

The party isn't over
even if someone's dead
sweet rock'n roll sister
elvis is always there

Pills and wine in loop
Paper, knives and rock
the smaller the room
the bigger the luck
close the rear window
and turn off the lights
avoid any shadow
looking for a fight
dance with souls around you
sing their lullabies
even if they don't want you
to go home tonight...

OH LORD !!!

God is in my mind tonight
and you're welcome to have a fight
you're even welcome to shit on stage
show your big fat ass to the human race

God is in my mind tonight
and everything's alright.


CONFESSIONS ON YOUR SKIN

Don't need a reason
tell me soft lies
show me a season that won't die
the world's on fire
but I'm really getting used to it
I've burnt the truth at both ends
now I'm still waiting for the fire to die
I need to bring you
so far away from the sun...

On the edge of the world
we'll make a pact
a pact under the moon
and kill everything that's left baby
what's left of me and you
we'll lock it down
safely, deep within
whispers from another age
look for my confessions on your skin
someday in the season of decay

my infections... give it a ride
burn the memories that won't die
in this great wide room
just close your eyes
and play a new last day on Earth
watch it soon
fade to silence
and pledge alliegance
to confusion
Kiss my comatic baby
welcome to the reverse side of the world.

In the crimson hours of the morning
when the full moon shines on as the sun
I'll leave a mark
I'll leave the truth
skin to skin
where we do belong.

Don't need a reason
tell me soft lies
we won't be here
to watch this world die.


"(...)DANS MA CONSCIENCE, TON SCALPEL QUI RICANE (...)"

I don't get much with anger
or with fate or with any individual
the coward is neglected
when he too soon left the war
the face to face with no one
in a lovely lonely home
leads to a selection of roads
turning to one last door

And I thought I was playing...
symmetry of the hours today
I thought it could all change...
my alibis and this sweet humanity
And I thought I was playing...
A last sabotage of the big escaping plan
i thought it could all change...
I thought that I could change...

Roots are here as I walk beneath it
a pale white light to show me the scheme
the pictures of ghosts down on the floor
to let me know that I've been here before
the breaking shades back in the dawn
the crystal second the catch the reason
the black hole lesson of your last breath
I've heard the song not knowing what it meant

the spectre you forget
walks into the streets
as silver kisses red
some angel debris
what made you a man
slowly, you start to see
scattered souls of men
the great garden of feasts...

Act III - ...et tombent les masques...

drug teaches
human beat dream
talkin' to me ?
it's a catastrophe waiting to happen
the city has lost about the third of its system
restructuring to do more with fewer
more street people
more assholes
whatever happen
we're going to lose another third
who are seriously mentally ill
it's oh so hard to find the city
it's all so difficult
to find a boy with a empty bed
it's oh so terrible she said

System in the city
the situation's bad
it is bad now
and it was bad a year ago

just can't say if the situation
is worst or not

at least we've got heroin...

a boy with a empty bed
a nurse with a empty head

CITY AS A GHOST

I had to use it
just to tear it apart
I cracked them open
I was cursed as you are
Don't need no stitches
let's wait until
your blood turns to rust

I guess you know what to do
I guess you know what is good

A day like today
find a new way to die
a so cold morning
means a new place to hide
my translucent skin
beneath the shimmering light
the thing looks better
from the other side

'cause I've got the ghost of the city
right behind my eyes
I'm walkin'
I'm walkin blind

I used them all yeah
just to see how it turns
to break them all up
everytime it returns
you've got me wrong, man
everyday I come play
your frenzy crash'n burns

...but I don't mind
the scars and the fights
no I don't mind
the archetype of time
tattooed flashbacks
...in and out...
something left behind
comes back around midnight...

If you feel it coming
guess you know what to do
don't need no reason
just got to do it good.

WHITE WINGS AND A GUN

White wings and wax
I'm Icarus's wild child
I fly up above
never dare me to take the hardest dive
'cause when the sun burns
I'm far beyond the point of no return
face to face with myself
on the other side your the mirror

my knife on your throat
I smile 'cause you don't

Open up your mouth
and let this knife descend
far before tomorrow
you'll be stabbed
and defeated...

It takes two to tango
two to fall in love
It takes two to tell a joke
two to laugh at one
It takes two to talk of nothing
two to become one
It takes to two to know another
two to get rid of one

Now, tell me baby...Do you still love America ?

White wings and a gun
I'm the chosen one
sun into the ocean
I'm the eve of destruction
my gun in your mouth
I smile 'cause you don't

TAUROMACHIE

The worst goodbye
farewell that takes a lifetime
flesh and bones
distorted on the face of existence
as I linger behind
the old city walls of Mexico
I'll stop to watch one last rodeo
'cause I'm not going home
No, nothing here can stop a beast
from going down...

Falling to the ground

In the distance
the picture show looks different
Warhol's fifteen minutes have gone mad
but I'd bet my last buck on a phoenix life...
Close the book, the bull is leaking...
not looking for a new red hot target
...until that day
I'll have to sleep on bloodstained ground
that cannot help me from going down...

Falling underground...

" Once you've watched the news,
once you've heard the songs,
once you've watched the world
and this world was gone...
Isn't it so beautiful
how everything works out...
I drink liquor
while you choke on the cheapest dope
and the rain is falling down
freezing all our hopes...
and oh so strange...so strange
is the ride...
not knowing when...
not knowing why...
from a carnival of strangers
it's a circus of souls...
Like a dog in the goldrush...
I'm used up and feel so old...
not really happy to realize
everything that I've been told...
that the people that I've learned to love
have all got the same damaged soul...
that 24 hours is not enough
so learn to live with ghosts...
take it as it goes...
that this place will never be
what I want it to be.
The money, the gods and the scenes
now all mean the same to me...
So baby...
Your God gave you wings
and in its way you could fly
but out of his frame
there's an army of knives...
and no...
nothing here could stop the man
from going down."

goodbye.