A Million Dead Birds Laughing Ulcer
A set of leeches hold our balls
While we piss upon a lake
The creatures underwater masturbate
As they parade with us
See how the pendulum swings forward...
Won't regret it if the piss burns
We won't remember in the morning
Why don't we take another peek at our subordinate...
Be inbred!
Mother, they have insulted me with their innocence
What a disappointment
"The snake sings serenading an angel -
This instability tastes somewhat like serenity
Take a piece from your favourite sin
Dine in... And fade into oblivion."
Wretched subordinate
Retribution awaits
As they break civilization with a sensible state
Harpies, and irresistible pieces of shit
There is no existence of reason
We're all tainted from birth! Inbred!