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When they crucify your body |
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On the white wall above your bed |
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The words your body bleeds down |
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Will describe my happiness |
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The joy l'm feeling now |
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As the universe withdraws |
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Is equal to the pain |
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My mother choked out from her jaws |
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As she endured without complaint |
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Then laid me out into the sun |
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Like some skin from in her throat |
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Like a living piece of scum |
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Like a red sack full of failure |
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Infested with my future crumbs |
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Of pleasure pain and fear and hatred |
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And hunger for your helpless tongue |
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With your naked back on gravel scraping |
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And your claws hooked in my neck |
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You know l'm just your little infant crawling |
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Down your bloody stinking mess |
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And all you people I once knew |
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You betrayed me once too much |
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l'd like to sew your eyelids shut |
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While planting seeds of hatred in your guts |
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Then masturbating slow and lazy |
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I'll feel the pain that you'll soon feel |
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When my memories infect you |
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With the disease that never heals |
