Candle
Skinny Puppy
The Process (1996)

here falls now undone looks beyond the credits sum livid fractures less of fate the whisper winds blow the seed of hate disturbed society dogs my turn with no values intend to raise ability tried and tested pointless view gods got security hands like snakes sow the seeds raise all negative force-fed traces poisons all impure profane the haunted heaven jeering leapt into the pit of calamity a mean condition no wealth dents provisions for a time unknown thelemic gestures all planned and hatched in seasons of dissolute pain cried afflicted and infected oblige the systems perfect dream distorted my words assume all that is programmed before and somewhat left unsaid behind shutters dirt before desire dusted crap ingested comes stealing life that you are not visited warped torpedo night crawls through the distant and irrelevant a good life's experiment fused im laying violent hands upon a dead card calling cattle the playthings are so abused the derelict dial phone clock pusher delved in reliving the future too im sticking pins and needles in this stinging rotten fleshlike substitute pieces of half cooked meat that are walking on this earth abort desire irrelevance ticks in front in view a candle rhyme to realign burnt out candles* on the wall seize the moment... reach