Sharpen snake images, unconditional fate. Inconspicuous, make the move. World is full of abundant people. Kill the ego, execute death sentence. . Execute death sentence.
Swarming mass of ignorant vermin. Floating along the stream, confessing. Praying. Dumb in their own beliefs. . Crucifixion of individuality. Superficial train of thought.
Inferiors, minions, beware. Of this depressive message proclaimed. Nothing but festering, stools, we are. Destined to rot. . [Chorus x2]. We're destined to rot.
If we stay inarticulate. The techniques of change. Will be applied. A little at a time. . Degree of risk involved. Degree of risk involved. . But if we see it as a whole.
[Chorus]. Filthy fucking slut. I will drag you through the mud. Shoot a bullet through your head. Then slice your billion dollar ass like mad. . The death of J.Lo.
Father, with cruel intentions. Doesn't want the newborn. To come into this world. . So he takes precautions. That can not bear the light of day. . [Chorus].
Inumerable offers presented by the web. Made two twisted minds choose to take. Their final step. Two psychos, plotting and planning. To shock the world beyond belief.
Sweet tribute, to the 60's. Free love, free porn was all around. Fuckin' hippie shit used as an excuse. For sexual indulgences. . Huge Woodstock porn fest.
Cliteater Cliteater Cliteater. . As I touch the periphery of your cunt. Feeling congested pus and vaginal fluids. My fingers start to twinkle. Having the urge to eat your clit.
Deep down underground. Where forbidden deeds. Are put into practice. Within dark and moisty walls. Lies the chamber. . Pick axe rips through succulent.
Posing with your genitals. For everybody to see. Fuckin' freak. You disgust me. . This charitable institution called. Me, myself and I. Will get rid of your fuck tool.
[Chorus]. No remorse. No regrets. No feeling. Built to kill. . Ostrcize consciousness to another dimension. Bloodred let the path be one should lead. .
Meet my beating. Meet my beating. . Prejudiced bastards ought to know. They are walking on shallow ground. Meet my beating. Meet my beating. . [Chorus].
Now I have to live with my sins. And beatiful were the times. When I committed them. I might get caught because I have. . A fridge too full. Killed too many people.
$4 Bitch Disfigurement. Heavenly credit to despair. Only $4 it took. To take this bitch for an unusual blowjob. . Dragging the bitch down. The moisty alley.
You've got a full time job, with a minimal pay. you do all of the work, but you don't get no say. You never raise your voice, or try to run the show. you always get there first, you're always last to go.
I was dreaming that I was caught up in the middle of a parade. but I wasn't paying attention to the statement being made. and when I looked up at a banner and saw just what it said.
I've been scared to be heard and I've feared that my words. would appear in a place that was weird and absurd,. while my face is replaced with a picture of me,.
there's a peddler a pusher standing on the corner. there's a junky on the street with some crack to warm her. down and out in the city she's working as a hooker.