Sweet tribute, to the 60's. Free love, free porn was all around. Fuckin' hippie shit used as an excuse. For sexual indulgences. . Huge Woodstock porn fest.
Cliteater Cliteater Cliteater. . As I touch the periphery of your cunt. Feeling congested pus and vaginal fluids. My fingers start to twinkle. Having the urge to eat your clit.
Deep down underground. Where forbidden deeds. Are put into practice. Within dark and moisty walls. Lies the chamber. . Pick axe rips through succulent.
Posing with your genitals. For everybody to see. Fuckin' freak. You disgust me. . This charitable institution called. Me, myself and I. Will get rid of your fuck tool.
I think I'm going crazy I'm losing my mind. 'cos the logic of the story is impossible to find. Like a talking head I'm gonna stop making sense. 'cos bad music's like a sin, no nobody no offence.
You want confrontation without knowing what you're gonna hit. You kick up shit in all directions but no one seems to benefit. You waste your hate on decent people who don't deserve to feel your pain.
Biggest & The Best. . Nobody Is Perfect But I'M Pretty Fucking Close. And I'M Here To Give You All A Heavy Heavenly Dose. I Think You'D Better Listen 'Cos I Know Who You Are.
Are you satisfied with everything the way it is. Are you stuck in the conformity of minding your own biz. Does a confrontation make you want to turn and run.
I've been standing on the edge of the roof looking down. I've been looking at the people that are gathering around. I've been here for an hour or maybe even more.
Come on cruel memories. if they're dare, i'm not afraid. don't look at me, weak grace. it's not about a love story. . these bullets in my guns never lie.
Crown of barbwire. tearing open wounds. dripping blood blinding eyes. Frenzy Crowd Screaming Insults. . cross of black steel on sholders. chackles with nails inside.
keep the evil world outside. close the doors, close kids eyes. fundamental religious life. bible truth, false raised youth. . you can't watch them all the time.
in feet of the father. children crying for mercy. taking last breath. before the eucharist. . eat it. - the blessed flesh. drink it. - divine fluids from father.
Living Flesh On The Row. Heading Towards Certain Death. Chambers Full Of Zyklon-B. Ready For Mass Extermination. . Sheep Without Will To Fight. Illusion Of Salvation.
Use my body to spark the fire that will burn all humanity into less than black ash. This is the narrator's last wish. Another bleeding poet with shattered fingers and a tendency to go blind upon request.
Climb the fibrous ladder dear friend. Watch your head. Watch your step. Chained meat-hook your new ally and playmate. Hang yourself from the virginal I-beam above.
Through birth we sign the proclamation of the doomed. We climb the corpses of refinement each day in attempt to bring us one step closer to our goal of absolute evolution.
You've burned your bridges and crushed all life within the world that dwells under them. Kissed a prince and created a troll. Blood will mop up but last words and warning signs last forever.
With the absence of order existence is impossible. With the absence of chaos evolution is only a hallucination. Submit to the whims of your subconscious.
I hide inside watching from the stained glass eyes. 500 shades of red dance with 500 shades of gray. The last festival of humility. With just enough room for a baby's first breath.