Lice-infected tenements in skull's head growing
As deformed patches of my mind spin simultaneously
Distant wharf rats gather for beggar's feast
Ablaze, machine-gun fire from cities under seas
Dried blood sweet rivers flow sweetly
Look up to me when speaking, my friend, black shadow and eye
Because we detest what you fucking say and represent
I'm equipped with excessive tools of my trade, bitch motherfucker
Torture, pain
Torture! Pain!
TORTURE!!! PAIN!!!
Don't straddle the fence of mediocrity
Don't do it!
Kill with a quickness when betrayed
Because to me, and to all, it should be
Love and death are equal gestures of passion
As my gun speaks louder than words
Sever the ties of doubt and contradiction
Condemned, decomposed, dying scent of glory, glory, glory, halle-fucking-lujah
Do you remember me?
Me! Yeah, me
Jesus from mother's cunt
Wahhhhhh, nyyyaaaahhhhh, nyyyyaaaaaahhhhh!
As normal as the boy next door
Come in, enter my dark room
Thank you, please
Thank you, please
Thank you, I'll slice your fucking throat and please, I'll fucking slice your whole fucking existence
Thank you
But maybe, maybe...
Maybe you should have inquired about the boy
Fierce, intense triggers
Fierce, intense triggers spinning around the machine gun in my mind now lie waiting
Awaiting planes, Greyhounds - how will I get there?
It does not matter, as a massacre is coming to your town
I'll see you there.