Nose to the ground
Thumb to the wind
I am but sound
Step alligator
Colours gone
Abglanz and Out

All ethics, politics and philosophies are pure assumptions, built upon assumptions. They rest on no sure basis. They are but shadowy castles in the air erected by day-dreamers, or by rogues, upon nursery fables. It is time they were firmly planted upon an enduring foundation. This can never be accomplished until the mind has been thoroughly cleansed and drastically disinfected of its depraved, alien and demoralizing concepts of right and wrong. In no human brain can sufficient space be found for the relentless logic of hard fact, until all pre-existent delusions have been finally annihilated. Half-measures are of no avail. We must go down to the very root and tear them out, even to the last fibre. We must be, like nature, hard, cruel, relentless.

Strip back your flesh, no longer the idolatry of skin, let no membrane hold back the pure power of the soul
Abglanz and Out

Maroon.

Flickering through existence
I feed on auras.
Papercut my way into a foggy dream
I never scream, I never scream.

Life is just a slow death
Home's where the mind's at peace.
Through hazy conscience you pierce
A nasal tone so shrill.

Tick tock, tick tock. Tick. Tick.

United Kingdom of Whores

I welcome you to this magic kingdom
Drowned in endorphins and stale perfume
To hide the stench of sweat but not shame
You're free to leave but you won't be the same

So grab a drink, have one of my fags
So many girls in glamourous rags
Fight 'til the sunlight on sticky floors
Tomorrow morning they'll regret, of course

Forget your morals, you won't need them now
It makes more sense to follow the crowd
That seems so happy and carefree
Intoxicated is the way to be

There's nothing here, just hate and lust
Values I live for get ground to dust
Purity killed by one night romance
Loyalty doesn't have any chance

If you're looking to lose yourself
Leave your soul and brain on the shelf
And find yourself washed up on the shores
Of the United Kingdom of Whores

ABGLANZ as an end to bogus pseudo intellectual. My mouth, therefore an error. Plush safe.. he think.