Lyrics

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.