thumbing through the manuscript, the editorial clerk comes across an introductory preface written by the author ten years before his work was completed.
it's not over yet it's not over yet
your throat is cut wide open
somebody get me a needle and thread!
i'll stitch you up as good as new
excuse the pun but don't lose your head
QUICK! to the backdoor
before we're seen and recognized
there's nothing like a raid to let you know you're alive
and when we find out who called the cops
we're gonna saw his fucking hands off!
DANCE! don't just stand there! DANCE!
let us introduce ourselves
we've met once before
but you were too drunk to remember
we are the blades plunged in and pulled from Caesar's spine
and we only ask a moment of your precious fucking time
we are the handles clench us in your fist
see your veins rebel against your skin
knuckles white and pink like prison shivs
and strawberry creme
DANCE! don't just stand there! DANCE!
our edge isn't straight
it's so serrated
to tear right to the bone

and tonight you'll see me outside your bedroom window, dangling in the breeze by a noose from a branch of that old sycamore maple...weather permitting.
invisible hands invisible lips
two two two doesn't mean what it says
"but i do"
oh, there's no doubt about it
i'm being haunted! i'm being haunted!
honey, get your ghostly face off my chest!
i need some rest!
i can't get to sleep dear, with your dead fingers curled in my hair
if you must kiss my neck
please do it in the flesh
KNOCK! KNOCK!
who's there?
show yourself i can't stand this
immaterial visitors ethereal inquisitors
listen up
i've had e-fucking-nough!
it was flattering at first but now i'm awfully frightened
these sheets won't cover me with you in the bed
i can't drift to dark with you breathing in my ear
loneliness is no longer my greatest fear
you are
get out!

over the edge: prelude to a KISS concert
call this formulaic call this what you will
we found solace in swallowed little yellow pills
so follow us if you're sick of standing still
we kill just for the thrill we kill just for the thrill!
fill the hollow
and the house spits us out into the street into the fields
we meet to plot we meet to scheme
bicycles and baseball bats
ninefiftynine it's almost time it's almost now naked dark
it wears our hows it wears our whats
together and vulnerable
and this is none of your business
get on the lawn and just hold a minute
in the bushes on your marks the moon is waiting
the paint the paper the eggs the bombs
the eyes the lungs
READY! STEADY! GO!
***"...and he asked me how it all managed to get this far and i cleared my throat and calmly explained to him that we opened our eyes and looked around and realized that we were in paradise, not of our own making. but it was boring. so we put our heads together and thought real hard and we decided to wreck it..."***
and it's ten o'clock, who's got the rocks?
these windows look like chicken pox
little red dots i know you're faking it
i know you're faking it
SICK! SICK! SICK!
we spit you out we spit you out
with sharp shouts thrown like scholastic doubt
IT'S TENOCLOCK! WE'VE GOT THE ROCKS!
WE'LL GIVE THEM TO YOU!

marriage of massacre: brent alexander wins, flawless victory, fatality
THESE EYES CAN TAKE LIVES!
arrowheads aim behind their lenses
tomahawks twist with the will of this tongue
and if you don't stop me
i'll kill again
and i can hear her screaming "NO!" as i creep across the bedroom
a blade between my teeth
and she'll never breathe again
like a touch from midas
like a kiss from judas
you'll never breathe again
i'll never forgive myself
but i can easily forget
THESE EYES CAN TAKE LIVES!
arrowheads aim behind their lenses
tomahawks twist with the will of this tongue
THESE EYES CAN TAKE LIVES!

somos cuchillos madresfuckers
honkey train's got a motorcycle
jackson mississippi has badass mullet
american keith just quit his job
coussineau, he's the cooz
GET SLICED!

so fucking untitled it's not even funny i see the light i see a darkness
i see a block that wants a facelift
i see the light i see a darkness
i see a pack of wolves changing shifts
COME OUT AND PLAY! GO IN AND SHUT UP!
our edge isn't straight you motherfuckers
it's so serrated
to tear right to the bone
and carve the marrow out like pumpkin pulp
cut the smile in cut the smile in
i see the light i see a darkness
i see a block that wants a facelift
i see the light i see a darkness
i see a pack of wolves changing shifts
from the laces on our shoes to the collars on our shirts
we clothe ourselves in broken teeth from the curb
and by the blood on your hands i can tell that you're wanted
but when you got it, baby, you know you gotta flaunt it
so COME OUT AND PLAY! COME OUT AND PLAY!
the loss of a cause
the gain of nostrils flared in blame
outlaws, upstarts, vandals, rebels, cutthroats
so when we raise the flag
GO IN AND SHUT UP!
when the sirens sound our raid
GO IN AND SHUT UP!