The Church's Shriek Soundtrack: Text vs Lyrics

For me, this link to Shriek on the Church's discography site is pretty interesting in terms of seeing how something gets "translated" from fiction into lyrics.If you click on a track listing, you get the lyrics for the non-instrumental pieces and the part of Shriek they came from. Seeing the transformation is fascinating. For example, "Aan Tribal War" (Shriek SPOILERS follow), which gets its title from the beat in the background, but with lyrics from the end of the novel:She stumbledCaught herselfBlinked twiceStopped screamingBut noShe was still screamingIt was just soundlessA look had come over herDestroyed unityBetween mouth, eyes, forehead, cheekbonesBefore me she became undoneLooking through those glassesShe fell to her kneesNow grapplingThey didn't want to come offShe still couldn't close her eyesShe still couldn't close her eyesShe still couldn't close her eyesShe still couldn't close her eyes*****Original Text from Shriek: An Afterword:"What is it you really want, Janice? she said, smiling through her pain. "Would you like the past back? Would you like to be successful again? Would you prefer you weren't a washed-up has-been with so few prospects you had to agree to assist to help out with a party for an artist you used to agent?"But I had nothing to say to her.Instead, I turned to look at the assembled fawners and sycophants, the neophytes and the desperate, to make sure they were watching. Then I took the glasses from my pocket—and flung them at Mary's face. I didn't know I was going to do it until the instant it happened, and then it was too late to un-wish it.In midair, the glasses opened up and, like some aerial acrobat of a spider, attached themselves perfectly to her face, the arms sliding into position around her ears, the bridge settling on her nose.Mary was staring at me as the scales of the lenses filled with that amazing blackness—and she began to scream as soon as the top half of her pupils disappeared, a scream that grew deeper and more desperate as it continued. It was as if she had forgotten she could close here eyes. All she had to do was close her eyes, and, after a time, I began to hope she would close her eyes.She stumbled, caught herself, blinked twice, stopped screaming—but, no: she was still screaming, it was just soundless. A look had come over hr that destroyed the unity between mouth, eyes, forehead, cheekbones. Before me, she became undone looking through those glasses.She fell to her knees, now grappling with the glasses, but they did not want to come off. Her precious flesh necklace didn't know what to do—it dithered, came forward, retreated, unable to reconcile this moment of Sabon's life with the last.Raffe and Sonter were the first to recover from their shock, pushing through the crowd to come to Mary's aid. Sabon was slack-jawed, moaning, and saying a word over and over again. It sounded suspiciously like "No." Sonter tried to pry the glasses off while Raffe comforted Mary. But they still wouldn't come off.Finally, mercy flooding back into me, I stepped forward and plucked the glasses off from her face; they scurried across the floor and rolled up into a ball. Sabon's face went slack, and I saw a momentary flicker of pain—the ghost of regret, perhaps?—and then it was gone. Her eyes rolled up into her head and she fainted.The flesh necklace, now adding their cries to the growing cacophony, parted to let Raffe and Sonter carry Mary away, Sonter cursing my name. Even in unconsciousness, a look of utter terror and helplessness marred her face.No one else wanted to pick up the glasses, so I did. After all, they were mine. I folded them and put them back into my pocket. They were still warm.