“SEWAGE ORACLE”
(Slow. Detuned. Filthy fuzz. Sounds like the amp cabinets are melting in the desert sun.)
Intro Spoken Word
In the summer heat
When the plastic swells
And the human rot begins to breathe…
Some men pray to God
Some men pray to gasoline
And some…
Huff the sewer ghost
Verse 1
Five-gallon throne in the backyard blaze
Black bag stretched in the ultraviolet haze
Human waste cooking in the midday sun
Fermenting sickness for the chosen ones
Flies in a halo
Buzzards overhead
Prophet by the dumpster
Talking to the dead
Stink climbs upward through the cracked PVC
Cheap hallucinations born biologically
Methane psalms and ammonia rain
Boiled-up sorrow frying every brain
Pre-Chorus
Hold the rag tight
Don’t let the spirit leak
Breathe deep now
Taste the week-old heat
Chorus
SEWAGE ORACLE
KING OF THE CAN
Breathing human vapor
Like a dying man
SEWAGE ORACLE
ROT-GAS PRIEST
Chemical salvation
From the belly of the beast
Verse 2
Sunlight beating on the swollen sack
Pressure building till the plastic cracks
Portable purgatory by the chain-link fence
Toilet fumes replacing common sense
Neighbors watching through nicotine blinds
Children hear chanting from the alley at night
Somebody laughing with bloodshot eyes
Clouds made of sewage crawling through the sky
Rust belt wizard in a stained work shirt
Barefoot preaching in the poisoned dirt
Says the sewer breath can free your soul
One more pull from the fermented hole
Chorus
SEWAGE ORACLE
LORD OF FILTH
Drinking revelations
From humanity itself
SEWAGE ORACLE
SEPTIC KING
Every foul exhalation
Makes the dead bells ring
Instrumental Break
(Massive crawling riff. Cymbals washing like heatwaves. Bass so low it sounds underwater.)
Bridge
Human ruin
Plastic tomb
Cooking in the afternoon
Rot and vapor
Pressure rise
Brown smoke curling to the skies
Garbage mystics
Breathing pain
Laughing in the acid rain
Doom Breakdown
Waste
Heat
Gas
Breathe
Waste
Heat
Gas
Breathe
Final Chorus
SEWAGE ORACLE
OPEN WIDE
Inhale the decomposition
Let the sewer ride
SEWAGE ORACLE
ENDLESS FUME
Trash-bag hallucinations
In a portable tomb
Outro
The bucket cools
The flies return
Another prophet waits his turn…