Strange disguise I covered your eyes
Lead you to a bunker underground where I hide
Slow demise
Organs on the market for an inflated price
Blood and lust, entrails and vomit and guts
Chained to a bed licking my nuts
A fiend a beast, unnatural feast
The blood, The cash, The bozo creep

Spleen kidney liver
Cash when I deliver
Cock and testes quiver
Farewell them forever

Slutting out the organs of an obsolete victim
Slutting out the organs of an overcharged walrus
Brain dead shit lip

Rear control, not your hole
Evil soul, covered my pole
Blessed in stink, time to think
Can I wash off her shit
Stunning Cunning
There's no coincidence I'm in the shit
Stunning Cunning
There's no wonder no control exists
No coincidence, No innocence
When her ring just starts to drip
Stunning Cunning
She's opened up the brown abyss

There's a thorn in my side
On a spastic two-headed dragon I ride
In the wind, on a night
I choke on the smoke of the church that I light
I hear the call, I carry sin
To the house of the holy one within
I empty cans, I flick my light
Burn myself in the church tonight

There's a curse on the wind
Shit on the liver again
Scream, die
My death and my funeral combined

Born of the wisdom of the ancient ghosts
The blood of the goat and the chalice we toast
To the win and the sin, unholy Odin
There's a place where the old souls gather to boast
Of the thrill, and the spill
And the victims that they kill
If they die in the fields
Then they die at our will

Corpse in the church
The priest and the mourners evoked
In the old, cold morning light
I choke on the smoke of the church that I light

There's a curse on the wind
Shit on the liver again
Scream, die
My death and my funeral combined

I'll bite your head off
If you come too close to the stage
I'll bite your head off
If you don't like what I got to say
I'll bite your head off
I like to scream saying something absurd
I'll bite your head off
If you think that we sound like a turd
I'll bite your head off

Don't think twice about a trippers reaction
Go balls out with your foot to the floor
There's no second guessing with the law of attraction
You get what you want and you take a bit more
Stressing over messing with the sensitive dude
The lesson is the stressing doesn't have any room
If you didn't get it then, then I guess you never will
Clean and sober psychopath getting off the pills
Go and don't look back
Your turn to scratch my back

Can't play nice at the metal night
You take it to the heart and then you take it to me
Macho metal monkey with the brain of a pea
I can't fuckin' fight, but I can fuckin' scream!

Dead end bender
Things are getting better but they're always getting worse
Two steps forward with a needle in a purse
Suicide a secret she would never deny
If deaths in the way of getting high
You're loaded to the hilt
Dead end bender no agenda
High heel stilts
Dead end bender no agenda
Fallin' down the stairs
Dead end bender no agenda
Trippin' over pills
Dead end bender no agenda

If you always do what you've always done
You always get what you always got
If it gets too hard, you just wanna stop
You take too much and you're starting to drop

Over and over again
The scene's all fucked with your dead end friends
My head is on the mend
I say goodbye, then I see you again
When will it stop
When will you go
I'm done with the smack and the booze and the blow
Shits hit the fan
I start to see
Your old world don't involve me

Seems to be a desire for burning
The morbid, sickening truth
It's a dream but reality's turning
Manipulation to torture for you
In a blaze just to the north lay a victim in the fire
At the neighbours next door a few more
As the flames got higher front door, demon spawn
Take a plunge and dive into the fire

Twist it, Scream it, Burn it, The jury is out, a desire for burning
Seems to be a desire for burning all of you
Crawling through the ashes on your knees with blistered hands
Looking for reality but getting banned
Twist it, Scream it, Burn it, The jury is out, a desire for burning

Round 1 pretty and mean
Workout, peepshow, magazine
French car crash, fucked up dead
Ambulance cuts the baby out instead
When he fucked you did you see
Eyes with slits and balls all three
Taste the blood upon his breath
Your so fucked you'll pray for death

Why? Until the clock starts ticking again
There's not a second to lose
He's got you up in a noose

Round 2 such a lovely smile
She takes the cock of a reptile
Wave, curtsey, act real nice
She's the perfect bride for the anti-christ

Hobbling out the back, looking for a gun
Pack of Winnie blues and the Bundaberg rum
Voices in my head, from ripping on the bong
Victims in the shed in the 40 gallon drum
Tripping of my head, sucking on the citric
Silly ol' mate out sitting in the pig shit
Hammer in the veins, hallucinating mind
A forty pack of bulbs and a Stanley cask of wine
I'll stab you in the face if you come around to mine

Silly ol' mate got his head on the block
The old blunt axe, one big chop
Silly ol' mate got his head in the dirt

Educate a guess, slaving to the grind
The parrot spreads his wings, the parrot learns to fly
It's a disaster, straight into the window glass
You can't fly faster, old King Parrot, broken bastards

Silly ol' mate got his head on the block
The old blunt axe, one big chop
Silly ol' mate got his head in the dirt
The old magpie gets eyes for dessert

Silly ol' mates got a lesson not learnt
That's the reason silly ol' mate got burnt
The deal gets better when it ends in death
Silly ol' mates got blood on his breath
The moral to the story is the king of the
parrots knows best

Sun in the sea, darkness bleeds
Out of the womb, you'll never be anybody
Everybody's looking for the light that don't shine

Hung over, un-sober mistreated by a brother,
Slit her throat now know one loves her
Can't reinstate it, I'll uncre-hate it
Sun in the sea
The sun no longer rises

Shape shifters are hiding
Secrets of the serpents
Revealed to be in verses

In the crack of your ass
In the crook of your arm
Eyes gone mad in the dental van
Routine check turned alien implant
Crippled with fear, they know you can hear, under their light
A flick of the switch, a twist of the wrist, your shrouded in lies
Eyes went black just before the attack
Cold Steel Probe in the crack of your ass

Torture insanity twisted academy
Fucking me destroying you

Creeping depravity, leave me for dead
Back to the needle a junkie is born again
Fuck off the lessons and fuck all your friends
Dip in the spoon and burn all your money
Cold Steel Probe in the crack of your ass

Open fire, soul destroyer take your shot
Mis-defier, truth denier, fuck you cunt
Cold Steel Probe in the crack of your ass

If the cunt steals and rips you off
Takes you for all your worth
Don't wait or you'll hesitate
From under you the earth will fade
It's the true mark of a coward
And a liar that's desperate
And lost any will or desire

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