Mangled children's bodies Smashed all over the room Garnishing it with biograffities of guts Window has diced the flesh It looks like inside of a meat-grinder At the maximum operating speed
Parents sliced to noodles Their infant cut in half Messed up next to the street The rest remains locked Minced up in a pile of sheet Stuck into the passengers As a blade of machete in the coconut Filling is streaming out
Woman melted to mash Reeks all over the block Enjoys the sicko for weeks Sprinkled with little pink maggots With genitals and nipples carved alive She became a wonderful delicacy
Places that slept till now By a routine of lazy days of summer '89
House, street, road I went through with confidence Stayed the same, but strange As the tales deformed the lines Of simple visions of normal summer With the gap of ramble of bloody summerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
