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have you ever tasted blood ?,

you know ...

as nourishment.

i have, i didn't like it ...

but i liked the idea.



have you ever hurt someone ?,

you know ...

for sport.

i have, but the terror in thier eyes ...

terrified me.



have you ever been burnt by the sun ?,

you know ...

when it's light burns your exposed flesh ...

I have, but to hide in the shadows ...

would seem cowardly.



have you ever thought about eternity ?,

you know ...

eternity on earth.

i have, but forever's a long time ...

too long for me.



do you ever daydream about things ?,

you know ...

sexy, seductive, supernatural things.

i do, but when i look into a mirror ...

i want to see myself.



i guess i'm just destined for the mortal life,

you know ...

suntans, grey hair, and grandchildren.

a life of short years ...

to love and to cherish.





by martin

someone once said

"money can't buy happiness",

"but it can damn well rent it"

that makes a lot of sense to me.



growing up with scarface

and miami vice

i believed in a buy or die society

with no moral compas



i spent a lot of time lost

in the concrete and iron

human maze of the local prisons

while trying to buy happiness



i have noticed however

that many who try to buy happiness

all leagle

are the worst of the worst



they feed on family and friends

lie and buy

to prove thier success

and puff out thier chest



i'm glad i did my time

i learned that things are nice

but things will be wothless

when it's time to check out



and your deeds

define your destiny





by martin

spinning out of fucking control

young girls stripping

meths-a-dripping

handcuffs clicking

wash, rinse. spin

then sin again



are we having fun yet ?



six day runs

loaded guns

mothers ripped off by thier sons

daughter's living on the street

treated like a piece of meat

every night she's getting beat



can you feel the love ?



you're a trick

you're a lick

john wants you to suck his dick

you'll do it, just to get a hit

wash, rinse, spin

then sin again



don't you ever get tired of the cycle ?





by martin.

i remember the roaming

we did as children

in the night

free in the darkness

to bask in our desires

and feast on the

hearts, bodies, and minds

of the sicophant posers

who wanted so desperately to fit in

that they didn't realize

untill it was too late

that they were tonights treat



there will be no more tomorrows

not for them



the morning sun rises

on the fixed eyes of death

on last nights guest

as we sleep peacefully

in the shadows of our crypt





by martin

you probably don't remermber me

the place you liked to be

before i sent you to a war

accross the sea ... so they could be free



i was the shining star of a planet

until the disease of the blue and red pigs

made it's way up the hill

and decared itself ... the creator



the disease stripped the land

shackeled black hands

and slaughtered the red man

while wearing the robes of ... the lamb



the dream of true freedom for all

is locked away in a big white house

where our votes hold the key

if you listen to the wind ... you can hear it's call





by martin