Lyrics Sweet Sodom Singsongs - Hypnopazūzu

Sweet Sodom Singsongs

Should I scratch
Sweet Sodom Songs
From my sea view?
Is there rest or rot
In the mushroom cloudroom?
The burden
Of grasping that anchor
Like a child again
Living in a true fable
Mock those ten years after pilots
UtterGoddess, utter HER
In a swept dream I saw
Shirley as the Final May Queen
Surrounded by rage
I called MMM with my TreeBook
The Maiden was not the sign
But the mist on the King
Wetted the way forward
I couldn’t lift the Shadow
Ran to Red Pale
Hurting in violet fields with
Traces of space playing
In my lunchbox
It’s ToolTime!!!
It’s ToolTime!!!
It’s ToolTime!!!
It’s ToolTime!!!
It’s ToolTime!!!
It’s ToolTime!!!
It’s ToolTime!!!
It’s ToolTime!!!
It’s ToolTime!!!
It’s ToolTime!!!
Spat signs out for the halo
I listened to at 12
And unballed myself
Crystalline
For the Beast Beast waiting
In his temple of GhostGods
Glossed as «vernal pox on Demeter" —
Meant nichts—
Could have snatched flowers
Or pretended plutonic love
Confusing mythologies as ever
Dying in the dragons, spending
On shallow dogs on the broken beat
Their tails cracked for «population»
Or to make dregs of mountains
Better to kiss PussyWillow
With your DragonFly hard on
And OnProd shining
Laying in the depths of ghost