Testo Ghost-tape no. 9 At The Drive-In

Ghost-tape no. 9

I used to hear them
Through the walls at night
Exchanging currents through modicums
Of pernicious lust when tamed
Would always alter the future

In trance amounts played the ritual
Vacuumed the dents under a primer sky
Where a Lightfield once held the promise

Of closing the sutures

But the ultimatum clots
A tapeworm hymnal
Lost the ghost tape registered
As number 9
It's going to be a
Long night coming
She said I can never turn it off

Theirs is just a long
Lost grudge
That will never fade away

Caving the symptom of confessional
Painted in licorice forgeries
Had she dawned the seductions
Subdued by the handmaid's tale

One claimed complacence
While the other knelt
He took the prescript off the parlor doors
Swung open but collaterals had altered
The future

But the ultimatum clots
A tapeworm hymnal
Lost the ghost tape registered
As number 9
It's going to be a
Long night coming
She said I can never turn it off
Theirs is just a long
Lost grudge
That will never fade away

He's the rule
You've answered too
Locked in the omen
Of momentum

He pleads the fool
Of numbing agents
In the post mortem
When it's over

You of brittle faith
Have failed
Speechless bereavement

For the last time

Fade away
Trained to fade away
Fade away
Trained to fade away

But they trained you, wire framed you
Stood you upright in position
To administer the want
But they trained you, wire framed you
Stood you upright in position
To administer the night crawls

But the ultimatum clots
A tapeworm hymnal
Lost the ghost tape registered
As number 9
It's going to be a
Long night coming
She said I can never turn it off
Theirs is just a long
Lost grudge
That will never fade away