- My God, Your God
Builder of deformity, desecrating establishments
A bringer of mass hybrid, reverse living structure
A joint bonded burial
Peeling dead skin, biting dead skin
Finger nails like red October
Seasonal jail house, sewage.
The poison, the drug, the force, the pressure.
- Poison Bottle
Death poison bottle, come to speak in serpent tongue
Woven thru the swastika, an angel with cement wings
The pain misery, nipping and sawing
Like rotating blades, gash thru the wounds
The spray of the run fire, murdering victims
The victims the outlines, white adrenaline
- Spiders
Spiders coming down webs connecting
Floating bodies clouds of blood
Floating bodies clouds of blood
Down in the sludge, where ants swim in shit
Poison bodies turning blue
Rapture a dead rising
- Syringes
Brick by brick, piece by piece
Brain chips in plastic bags
Painted face, tipped veins
Needles pins dissection
Shooting the shit straight up the vein
Syringes after syringes