Chris Connelly - The Hawk, The Butcher, The k**er Of Beauties lyrics

If you were praying for an early eclipse, to fold the greed within the spectrum-shift, the gaping misfortune in the drain of disdain, white out the night if we reach home again. The hawker indicates magnificate fear, too cold for comfort in the hate-mosphere, I knelt down beside her melting heart and hell, too drunken to see where her faithlessness fell. The mixed in beliefs again, betrayal in heat again. A need to release in the comfort of sideway shadows all playing at cutting the creeps in two. She is only the tenth to remind me, a deafening slant on the desperate man, carousel movements in anti-terrain, blow holes between the legs of her shame. The murderer pa**ed as a magus, hiding for fear that his guild disappears, alone is the butcher in surrogate stains, breaking his back to reach home again.