We who end lives with a wink and a smile And a song in our hearts and a twinkling eye Do so with a noble purpose in mind: To thin out the rabble of humankind
We are never where you think We'll be The shadow underneath your sink Our teeth into Your fragile flesh Is ours to do with as we «Please! Oh, help me!»
Here come the cadaver dogs: They'll find where the dead girl lies: Unlike us, they'll be soft with her Like she were made of eyes
«Street musician found strangled In the trunk of a car» «Gutted vagrant found hanging From a tree in a park» «Naked infant found frozen On some steps leading down» «Headless foetus found rotting On the roof of a house»
Recycle the body pits And human cluster dumps Filled with the burnt, the stabbed And the lucky machinegunned
There are no victims Just landfill statistics Where overpopulation threatens us all: «Disordered thinking:» Is that what they call it? So, our culling (of) the herd has left you appalled?
(Or,) see it as a self-defense If no other way: Encroaching humans number our days: Probe the young for signs To no effect: Serial killing's not a birth defect
Here come the cadaver dogs: They'll find where the dead man lies: Unlike us, they'll be soft with him Like he were thinning iceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.