You must philosophise, But why must you bore me to tears? You're red around the eyes, You tell me things no one else hears. You spend all your time crying
Dear God, do you want to turn knucles down and hold yourself Dear God, can you climb off that tree made in the shape of a T Dear God, the paper says you
Funeral held for the depression of man Holds the key to his own death Entering a tomb of a corpse yet conceived Tighten the tourniquet around your neck
It's a party of my charade To keep all others of my day A page in time goes both ways The party has just begun, please stay You can be mine when the
Oh, she never had a chance She was only five years old Pity the poor little darling now Oh, she never had a chance Death come quick for a girl Victim
I am 45 Grave No reason 45 Grave What is 45 Grave What is in my mind 45 Grave in outer space Demon at a slow pace What is in my mind The dying time is
When the moon arises on the western sky and the vampires are out on the sly at times they have trouble finding necks to bite that's why I cook up in my
Dead like a piece of old wax, non existing and all burned out/ thrown away and broken/ unwanted and unloved/ It's takes all things to be like wax, useless
All I got is a Black Cross and two crabs in my left eye. What you say you want you want, like a lump in your right thigh. Chorus We're going left on right
The hate I have for you I swore I never would unleash But here you are in pieces Lying at my sweaty feet I masturbate with guilt While looking at your
Douse your body in gasoline Protesting for your holy one Light the match go up in flames I laugh as you scream and burn Bathe in fire
Body bound by chains Eyes on fire with fear Try but you can't move Heart about to burst Hose rammed up your naked ass Scream is muffled by the gas The
Thriving on the hate that burns within my soul Eyes rolled back with sheer disgust my heart is black I have no home except the dark which is my mind The
Your burning face A charcoal cinder Lump of putrid sizzling flesh Dripping features deforming fast Scream 'til your mouth fuses shut To barbeque I sentence
Stench of shit enchants my nose Another victim in the street Bowels pulled out thru the slash Defecation oozes out
Unhappy with the world in which you live You feel like shit, you wanna die Well who the fuck is stopping you From taking your miserable life? Finger
I have been there again My bare feet caked with mud Stench of the grave rising from my aching groin I have been to her again I have been in her again
Flopping around Like a fish out of water Eyes turned backwards Muscular spasms Doing the final dance The dance of death Painfully using your last feeble