Untouched Tombs – 15th December 1983

My body is turning purple with torture
– Set me free from this tortured womb
– From the carnage of this untouched tomb

My head spins in crazy undiminishing circuits
– Like the blood through my purple veins
– Who can tell what it contains?

Push the red button in my profiled face
– My bulging eyes will turn to grey
– It seems that nothing will take the pain away

The gravestones of my memory are dull and black
– The scented roses are screaming blue
– The dirt in my stomach is screaming too

The uncertain moods of painful emotion
– Make me sick with their tiring surprises
– Cos they hide behind so many disguises

My imagination has been hurtfully disturbed
– Been taken over by a rat with a disease
– The pains are bringing me to my knees

Set me free from this tortured womb
From the carnage of this untouched tomb
The blood fed through my purple veins
Who can tell what it contains?
The scented roses are screaming blue
The dirt in my stomach is screaming too
Emotion makes me sick with tiring surprises
Cos they hide behind so many disguises

The rats are in the battleground of my brains
Picking and clawing at the plate of remains
Destroying my soul in this tortured womb
Destroying my brains in the untouched tomb