quarta-feira, novembro 26, 2003

Graveyard baby ghost

Naturally, i gave birth to reality...
My son, a graveyard baby ghost,
(i should know)
had a real sinthetic desire
for candie alcohol abuse,
outgunned commercials
and (like no other)
the double strawberry icecream from hell...

No flesh, no brains..
Only twitching rage.

i could say a dozen other things,
but i´ll stay, side by side
with my atomic baby ghost,
far away from humanity..
Let´s kill, destroy, anihilate,
let´s form a crime syndicate,
we´ll conquer from here to black sky,
hell´s backyard will frost!