d**h In Vegas - Soul Auctioneer lyrics

The lynch mob be half from the infinite hole As judged in a size it's a executioner goes To crucify Venus in cinemascope The narcotic preachers are happy High priest the mesmorous, the soul auctioneer Sells scorpion tightropes while suffering on fear His necropolis uses the scourge of the queer He is married to the truth incinerator There are hands in my pockets pulling at my spine Eggs bearing insects hatching in my mind The stones in my shoes get sharper all the time In the soft sick underbelly, in the carca** of these times I fly in my head, leave terminal narcosis A poisoned mind will make you blind beware of Trojan horses A dead head, a blunt needle, You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon Drop the bomb, spread the virus Marxist priests teach defiance chase through violence There are hands in my pockets pulling at my spine Eggs bearing insects hatching in my mind The stones in my shoes get sharper all the time In the soft sick underbelly, in the carca** of these times You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon Broken your wings, you've lost your demon Broken your wings, you've lost your demon Demon, demon, demon, demon, demon You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon Broken your wings, you've lost your demon Broken your wings, you've lost your demon Demon, demon, demon, demon, demon