I guess we'll find out.
Welcome to my funhouse look at me, playin dodgeball with dirty syringes opposite of Hazmat teams
describe my playground as hordes of worms rotten, cracked snakeskin & razorback bees
maggots feast rancid meat of scattered cadavers that leak or splatter blood after they eat
nausea waves pass stream, pillow-muffled screams from suffocated catholics & priests
panic as fuel dipped crucifixes shatter they dreams, become cloudy cobwebs of bloodshot memories
ground finger nubs trail a path of deadened leaves, charred roses, rotten flesh caught on getaway breeze
climate of fire skies melting debris.. tunnels scoured by strange, subterranean heatwinds at 666 degrees
my daughtas a lil she-devil, rides bicycles wit raggedy voodoo dolls handcuffed to her pedals
church & temples, turn into haunted houses on Halloween.. 25th, December ..
twin shadows shape sandcastles outta ash & piss jugs, graveyard games with pale boys' eyelids stitched shut
only a tooth remains chained to the back of my pick up, gruesome crimes, skinhairs plucked
childish antics, bodies saran wrapped to a toaster & plugged while still in the bathtub
baby satans gnawin on jeff dahmer's teething ring, with they backs burned.. inside black hearses turn
for cemetery taverns, where ideas leave lightbulbs forged in river floating paper lanterns
a severed head in my hand gurgles some nonsense, used him to bowl a spare but the gutter rats engulfed him
mumbling a strange language, its plain madness getcha brains bashed in smeared ona dashboard of a Cadillac in Camden
black magic we don't load bullets in guns only load bodies in caskets, take action, caged captive
tamed in latches, satanic assassins, it rains acid upon catholic masses, activists
tribal practice, go to hell school where frogs dissect humans in science classes wit pliers & hatchets
& bible passages the only censored dialogue tv programmin having, cusswords subcaptioned
rental establishments, blockbuster horror section: Passion of Christ & 10 Commandments
entertainment madness , tv shows of maury povic: "who really killed yo daddy, kids"!?
night-time fellowship at strip clubs full of zombie chicks and lady maggots, fantasy witchcraft wombat milfs
pole dancing 'round totems of skull fragments, I tip crunchy snacks of caterpillar thoraxes.
lookin oh..so..grimey..sexy…
tonights apocalypse guest appearances from manson.. n canibal lives! gatha 'round kids
heres candy, tid bits of bones crush to powder refill they pixie sticks
on a blunt break from graveyard shifts, as they watch cipher circles of 2pac & Big, Pun taps his timberlands
godfathaz n mafia bosses.. scarface drops a visit: ey mein, ju know ju fuckin wit!
splendid butterflies arranged on pins, lost souls meddling Ouji boards connect to earthlings
elevator music tunes of eulogy, at movies caught the tooth fairy & cupid doin the woopie!
& mary aint such a virgin, drunk, found at bars.. slip some holy water mixed bourbon shots inna' cup
Mtv cribs: shit where do I start, my backyard? of mutilated corpses boxed
collections of eyeballs in a flask wit dame's lard packed, pickled, & bronzed ina glass jar!
friday nights? watchin preachers burned at the stake then turn up in lakes as murderous creatures.
half heathen demon, reason little girls tearfully stare at ceilings
I'm satan my penpal jesus received an anthrax letter last season..
heh! its fun we love how blood tastes, for breakfast ate eyes stolen from a nun's face
with the morning papers' obituaries - front page.
banking on bloodshed? Congratulations, its pay day!
