Napalm Death Like Piss To A Sting
Searing, bleary, give anything to be relieved
Didn't move to heel
So in the proboscis sticks
Inched a hand in without fear or favour
Took an altogether imperious penetration
Relieve yourself upon yourself
Remaining on notice that you've been warned
Thereafter your toxicity the overseers will dwarf
When peeling back the layers you'll be swarmed
Cloudy makeshift remedies remind that you've been warned
Touching distance will agitate those spines of omnipotence
And the falsehood;
That you could crack the fleshy inner sanctum
And you'll piss on your own stings