A creature made of sunshine her eyes were like the...
Across your face I see what you are You wanna...
Locusts are coming Spine will twist, heads will cave I...
Dr. Suess is dead We await... life Dr. Suess is...
The pagan flames burn through the night Everything's mine Blackness...
Fingered slowly like the first time you came The agents...
Bleeding on your highway baby Harvest is a' coming in...
The God machine is hungry for individualism and ripe brains...
WE smoke the toenails and hair of the wiseman under...
Let the blackness roll on Mother's cool reptilian womb Ain't...