Looking at a flock of sheep
The world it´s axes is shit
I´m part of the solution
You are bacteria
Smoke of souls gets me high thriving in genocide
Orgy on acid
Rectify´s nothing
Last laugh of the lunatic
Feasting on the carcasses
We found them from their smell hand delivered by god
Forcing you to orgasm
Clutching at the heathens bible
A half mile under the earth
They serve me as their king following the left hand path to shame and carnage
Making wine from cabbage and diseased deer
Drink from flask, cripple vessels of eyesitegutted and fucked and liquified to purify
Drink from my flask
Of nightmares and tetnis
Ride the waves of virus to blindness doom religion surrounded by darkness
Follow my voice into the ages
Your possesions will be small rocks and weapons
clothes are useless, leave them at the entrance
My sense of smell is heightened beyond reason
Our child has no eyes! |
