I wait alone for blood,
Oh creatures of nowhere.
I watch angels strapped to falling stars.
Hold tight to untold lies,
They just might be the truth after all.
Never whisper at a red butterfly.
You can stay
For free, with me,
In my—
Winter palace!
God! It’s crazy here,
The mad hatter
Was caught—
Raping Alice!
Take some time,
There’s
No escaping your—
December malice!
There’s a funeral march
On the river bright.
Floating black umbrellas,
What a dancing fright.
I’m convinced that a broken heart,
Is better broke, than apart.
Why are you,
Looking at me?
I have a gun
Pointed at you.
I have no soul to comfort you!
No song to unmask my
Empty drowning pain.
I’m a anchor, sinking cold.
Heading towards the bottom of the sea.
I’m sure, no one will follow me!
A killer re-release of a rare solo post-punk LP from 1988 by the frontman of Taste of Decay and Garden of Pleasures. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 17, 2022