Locusts are coming Spine will twist, heads will cave I...
The God machine is hungry for individualism and ripe brains...
Across your face I see what you are You wanna...
we wanna see some blood we need a new whore...
Bleeding on your highway baby Harvest is a' coming in...
The pagan flames burn through the night Everything's mine Blackness...
WE smoke the toenails and hair of the wiseman under...
feel the wetness of her tongue that slides across my...
If I took this cigarette and put it out on...
A creature made of sunshine her eyes were like the...