Incubator Stories Enter Controlled Dept
You are alone... You've stolen the pastense Out of my life My aim is to conquer your Filthy braincells Show me - Your raw and Violent reality Show you - A part of my Bloodsucking fantasy Let's drink the wine and eat The cakes The thorns of forbidden Flowers are the nails For your place on my Cross... The principle of the elephants Has been faded Out of your eyes Hang the murder - Reward The thief Idolise the pleasure Behavioural disturbance I'm the guider of your Illusions The extension of your fear Is inaudible Hear the tone of my voice It means hate to you Believe in your godless Innards Out of the cunt - Into the life
