Low Life Form - Michael Gira

When they crucify your body

On the white wall above your bed

The words your body bleeds down

Will describe my happiness

The joy l’m feeling now

As the universe withdraws

Is equal to the pain

My mother choked out from her jaws

As she endured without complaint

Then laid me out into the sun

Like some skin from in her throat

Like a living piece of scum

Like a red sack full of failure

Infested with my future crumbs

Of pleasure, pain, and fear and hatred

And hunger for your helpless tongue

Up your naked back on gravel scraping

And your claws hooked in my neck

You know l’m just your little infant

Crawling down in your bloody stinking mess

And all you people I once knew

You betrayed me once too much

I’d like to sew your eyelids shut

While planting seeds of hatred in your guts

Then masturbating slow and lazy

You’ll feel the pain that I’ll soon feel

When my memories infect you

With the disease that never heals