Blood spraying like rain
Bodies drop without pain
It's never real, it's all firework flair
Hack the pregnant bitch, erase the senseless cop
Limbs flying to shame
Though hardly yielding to operating morality
The wound is never too deep
Yet somehow I loathe your gruesome smile
It's all so hip, all so bloody gore
Now haven't I seen that a thousand times before?
It's all too hip, so goddamn gore
Not ogrish enuff, hell we need more!
There is always something lurking
in the corners of your mind
in the steepness of your kind
the girl with the stabwounds behind
We were all left standing cold
They came and set free the flies
On our own through the never
Another descent of the Earth dies
If I should carry the breath of death
Every soul in the room would withdraw
The wound is never too deep…
I hate your gruesome smile…
Human salvation in the barrel of a plastic gun.
