Lyrics Death in Vegas

Death in Vegas

Soul Auctioneer

The lynch mob they hide from the infinite hole

As judge genocide's executioner goes

To crucify venus in cinemascope

The narcotic preachers are happy

High priest the mesmorous, the soul auctioneer

Sells scorpion tight-ropes, while surfing on fear

His necropolis users, 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 carcass 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

Change 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 carcass of these times

You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon

You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon

You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon

Demon, demon, demon, demon

Demoooon

You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon

You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon

You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon

Demon, demon, demon, demon

Demoooooon-yeah