You, vom Teufel bessessen,
ich leibe dich,
face up to those who rule,
spit in the eye of He who plays the field,
their dying cries are futile....
I step on thee, You nurse their minds,
I prance needlessly,
didn't you read the signs,
oh the fun of it all,
You spat in my burger,
hit and run on the popcorn stall,
lurker of the murky,
I wish to speak to You,
don't mind the turkey...
You think You're normal,
I tire easily,
Your anger lies dormant,
makes sense, feasibly...
the world suffocates Your soul,
the stench unbearable,
crawl back into Your hole,
You think its so terrible,
You have not seen hell,
it has not yet arisen...
Slowly Your leopard skin turns white,
You fall, struggle to think,
chains fight your fight,
arms lay still, too much to drink,
christ, is that mink?