Some of Greville and the Tombstones works are simple alt-gothic romances, some trying to solidify alt-gothic fears into something understandable. Most are personal favourites of the band.This one? This one, I'm not sure. I think this one will be benefiting from a writer's alt-gothic commentary.
But it is certainly a Greville and the Tombstones song.
So I really hope you like it!
This is our new track. This is:
Death of a Personality Cult Leader
Temperance is scraping the gristle,
Wooden spoon judders over gum flesh.
Eyes are brittle.
Hardened by all the things they’ve laid gaze upon.
But not insensitive enough not to notice how
Youth smoulders into something older,
Flat smoke dries the fruit,
An acrid shrove
Wear your robes of high grandeur,
Personality cult leader.
After all, it’s your skin.
Thread your gold letters too,
Sew them in.
Impress the chosen few.
You gargle with the blood of followers,
You bathe in freshly dug grave dirt.
My and my, and you’re pretty.
“Listen to how important I am with my noise!”
Give me attention!
The validation!
Appraiser of piety!
“I render those sick, and enjoy the withering!”
I exist, don't deny it!
Spent life in a temple to greatness.
Death is a box.
And this, don't doubt it!
A verdict on devoutness projected on a chamber wall!
A verdict against this personality cult laid gaze upon.
Not ever insensitive enough not to notice how:
Candles burn fast in a cold standing draft
Bitter warmth of the hollow,
And goddamn, you’re pretty
