I am the gargoyle in the recess of your mind
Sitting, stone shitting, your soul is mine
I’m waiting here … so patiently
Petrified huh … you fucking should be
I am the gargoyle crawling up your arse
Sitting in your colon, sucking in your gas
Boring through your bowels, the pleasure’s all mine
Don’t take it to heart, this is killing time
I am the gargoyle in the alcove of your brain
In your central nervous system, gonna fill it up with pain
I’m dancing in your ears to the beat of your lies
Got a front row seat for your demise
I am the gargoyle slipping down your throat
Feeding on your essence, I’m the horny goat
Your acid reign gut’s just a festering maze
Sifting through the shit of life’s vilest ways
I am the gargoyle in the altar of your life
I am your saviour, your ethereal midwife
I am intravenous, your morphine wrap
Just sitting here waiting to spring my trap
I am the gargoyle squatting in your heart
If you give it away I’m gonna tear you apart
I’m waiting here … so patiently
Petrified huh … you fucking should be
© Chris Bond — 1988
A song, written for the band for whom I was the vocalist from 1988 to 1990. Our drummer at one time was Roly Wynne from Ozric Tentacles and our bassist was Ozzy from Radical Dance Faction. We used to rehearse in the squatted Peckham Dole Office alongside Back To The Planet. By 1990, we were finally beaten by sojourns to rehab for some, and the fact that I probably should have been in rehab. We were post-punk; used to listen to a lot of Foetus, Pixies and Butthole Surfers. The lyrics are a reflection of this, and a metaphor for heroin addiction.