Where is my fucking burial ground?
The day's dead loveless beauty of pent-up paranoia
I will recklessly instigate harsh agony upon thee
Paint you in a picture of beautiful blood
Intolerable, hopeless cripple you are
I'm incapable of caring
As vicious reality rapidly assassinates you to tombstones of my reality
That deliver you to permanent evil
Blunt, malicious carvings open up our skin
Open up our skin, the mixture for maladjusted maneuvering
You are but a useless tormented slave to be poisoned by my revealed penis
Wrapping my legs around your face
Drink from the pissing snake's mouth
Drown
Smother, rival enemies
Your fate could well be death.