Filthy plastic vessel of Gatorade Someone's garden hose where a hole was made Thick black scum protrudes the sides This inhuman figure leaves no one alive Long forgotten in the shed of despair Awaiting it's victim, caught unaware The warm firm grip of a human hand And the spark of a Bic inside a piece of rolled up coke can
Elements combined your soul is mine Another puppet to do my bidding Eyes red raw and the mouth is dribbling Take a look at me i'm now your master Encased in a plastic realm of disaster
Recruit my soldiers of brain dead neanderthals flocking to my every need Obtain a device to alter my existence and transform my own very being Double chambers of peculation, ice catcher and a brassy filled with weed My power has grown much stronger and my followers plant thy seed
Spreading, Collecting, Raise my army of brain-dead sheep Killing, Brain-cells, Until your soul is mine to keepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
