Gargoyle

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. 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.