Kin

I love control, i court it
as the queen of some lonely court.
I raise hell in a flame i then extinguish, perish, I exhaust -
Paints life upon my lips. And it rips, it tears in half. I
love that old, old sound. The dead, i make them turn,
ten inches down.

I've been looking, looking, looking for you,
from the cold wastes of the Russias,
throughout the palaces, through the scum,
the disease of homely gutters, from where the sun
cannot pierce through the evergreens.
These leering trees

"Missed you, my prodigal kin" said I.
This landscape is a prison, if we do not
escape this atmosphere then
I fear that we shall die. SHATTER SHATTER! The glass...
bend the bars, we'll take our leave on the backs of buses,
we'll hijack the street cars.

I believe, yes i believe
you may have all the sympathy you want from me.
Blood, it holds us captive, in the thrall
of natures bondage, the good god rocket -
In my pocket, pocket, pocket, i have the keys.
Do you know us at all?

Do you know me? We shared that bloody
placenta, through which we breathed. But the fruit
of some poor vines, one will grow, but the other withers,
as it was in our case, that was to be.
Your voice speaks my words, it speaks off my tongue
I tried to find you once, for release, for release.