By day I plot the downfall of society I devise devious plans of retribution Night falls and I am out on the streets Distributing my "political contributions"... No restaurant or cafe is safe from my attack I file among the cooks and chiefs From kitchen to kitchen I plant my "surprise" Discreetly to avoid early detection The next day the news blare my psychotic feats With joy, the terrorism has shocked and offended I take my urine and steaming feces Smear it and mix it within the food you eat! Terrified the city locks the doors of tempered cafes The restauranteurs and patrons revulsed My warm shit burritos can kill... Some folks use bombs, others use guns I find my way deadlier and more exacting My bodily excrement washes your gums Later, fluids bubble from your nose Outbreaks of staph throughout this fucking town The fear is contained and profound The market's my next step, to piss in the milk No one is safe... I spread my hate around Your skin bubbles and smells Your guts burn, you squeal The bile in your throat is gastric acid Your terror will never heal! You fear to eat again I know my revenge is complete To commit such a horrible task To remember my atrocious deeds... To not forget...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
