Come Stomp With Me

Come stomp with me with your hard heels on,
Through the fleshy streets, at the bloody dawn.
Let’s strip the pain off a burning year.
Let’s slick the light with a needle’s tear.
Come stomp with me with your hard heels on.

Come pin a wag to a jolly wall,
Down a tortured path to a grunting hall.
Where the crumbling word in a heap does cry,
While the anger falls from a birthing sky.
Come, pin a wag to a jolly wall.

Come pierce the skin of a sleeping fate.
With a tongue honed sharp from a wasted hate.
With a silver ring through a suckled land.
While the flesh is squeezed by a devil’s hand.
Come pierce the skin of a sleeping fate.

Come ride the back of a fallen queen,
To the edge of night where the truth does scream
In a prayer of lust with a voice of fire
For the holy strap of a bruised desire.
Come ride the back of a fallen queen.

Come dance with me on the killing floor,
Through a field of glass near a busted door,
To a hum of flesh, and the beat of death,
With a silent voice and a stolen breath.
Come dance with me on the killing floor.

Come lie with me on a burn stained bed,
In the dust filled dream of a beggar’s head,
Where the flesh is bit in a rage of need,
And the curtains snap and the windows bleed.
Come lie with me on a burn stained bed.

Come howl with me as they hunt us down,
While the fires lick at the edge of town,
With a trampled glance in a vacant lot,
To a tune that rips through a belly hot.
Come howl with me as they hunt us down.

Come stomp with me with your hard heels on,
Through the fleshy streets, at the bloody dawn.
Let’s strip the pain off a burning year.
Let’s slick the light with a needle’s tear.
Come stomp with me with your hard heels on.