Fingerpaintings Of The Insane

(Album: When The Kite String Pops - 1994)

Turning the knife buried in your stomach
I woke up live, black with stain
Glistening and new, the sunset's coming
Finger paintings of the insane

Come on and sterilize me
Kneel down and idolize me
Suck me, fuck me, resurrect me
Rut me, cut me and infect me

Slice me, dice me, I wanna die screaming
The thoughts of dead babies wiped away with my semen
Bleed me, feed me and inject me
Feel me, kill me, then dissect me

The pigs will squeal, their blood will drain
Finger paintings of the insane
Slice the throat of authority
Imagining infinity

Greasy smoke billows into the sky
Coach roach dreams, the human dust of pain
Twitching, screaming, hide your razor face
Finger paintings of the insane

Bloody mountain momma, rockabilly machine
Kiddy porn lover with a mouth for disease
Giddy 'up, honey, my rubber fuck doll
When your candle's snuffed out, I'll burn brighter than before

Pink poinsettias for emotion that died
A chilling wargasm that feels like cyanide
Her pussy bleeds sunshine, rabid for flesh
As each raindrop plunges to its death