Children of the atom bomb
Children of the atom bomb
Lit by the fires of the coming dawn
And brighter than the sun

Children of the atom bomb
Children of the atom bomb
In irradiated coma-zones
Of projected holy-smoke

Old wars within
The men inside
Boiled

Feel the bends
Charge the lens
Of Doomsday Tension
I feel the End is nigh

When we're sleeping
When we're dreaming
I pick the Bones clean with the light
I pick the Bones clean with the light

Death reflect us in it's mirror
Reaching out to us
And we're t

1979, 1989
Her name is Brenda Ann
Gonna make the children understand

Charley Manson's Blue and Red
Gonna shoot the president dead
Give in to the voices in your head

I would be your cult
I would be your trigger
Let me be your death lover

I could be your t

I can't conceive
I can't conceive
I can't conceive

If you are superman
Let me be forever animal
If you are avalanche
Let me be forever carnal

Self-love without congregation
Unmask your morbid fantasy
Breathe deep your chainsaw revolution
From emptiness

Kiss slit throats, mute limbs gope
The wicks of an eye, a hangman's rope
Drug-white nights, a supper of knives
Spittle in hair, claw the air
I'll bring the devil and you read the details

Shock takes hold, a gentle choke
Bones grind bone, wet skin's cold
Meag rubbed

Bronze my bones with black howls
Turn my body into dreams
Spectral spools of movie stills
Blank shadows in the seats
As my mind spills like milk
Dips across the screen
Reach down into the black
Kiss death's soft underbelly
Where we met

We're two ghost out of

Heart-break, behind your eyes
And crooked corners of a smile
Mysteries of distance
Rootles
Grown apart
Fresh meat for vulture mobs
Two headlights in parking lot
Pulling away

Holding on to love in a cold world
I'm holding on to love
Crying out in a dead u

Tank up with fumes, let the dial hit the red
Fires at the dawn of the city's edge
Ripping up roads, making like the dead
Long lost friendships hanging the wind
Rag-tag scarecrows blown in the snow
Abandoned buildings row by row
All the colours of grey in a fall-out fog

Typewriters click in the dark
Like morse-code dead dialing tones
Resonant messages spark
A psychosis that spreads to the bones

Your red majesty
They're calling from the kremlin
To summon you home
Your red majesty
All coded symbols signal
It's the end of the

This terrible world
You unfasten in my mind
Each ancient minute
Rewires my heart
Held in a kiss-spell
Of electric blood
And the night comes undone
And the night comes undone

Strange attractors
Lost in the opium
Of desire desire desire
Desire desire

When the Sun ignites the boggy swamp (in which our bodies lie)
Our jaded eyes should trip the light like phosphorescent fires
When reapers of the rift pull your name from their bony lips
You better stand up on your grave and surf the apocalypse
Rails laid For Funeral Trains
A

Short circuit signals
Crawl the pavements of my mind
Intermittent voices call
Of the atomic kind

I can't sleep through dead dreams
As blood buildings boil
Contaminated flesh machines
Black clouds from the furnace coil

The wind blows through their skulls
As

My spiral eyes mirror yours when you peer inside the earth
A softly spoken grave that grows with a worm of thought
You're paralysed!

Void mother
And the elaborate worship of her
Abyss sister
Her name, a conscription to the rituals of deep faith
Milking a calf of gol

Every thought is abducted
In locker room brawls
Your body boils in the mind yard
I'm an image of your fall
Psychosexual severance
No skin swap escape
While I game for your reality
You will abide and obey and obey and obey

You are now under our control
You ar