indian pink lips floating in the dead darkness
spiting fish chewed woodsin the fire goodness
drawing circles again without..any..hesitation
no misjudges..no!..only bloody celebration
fire with evil heart never decline
woods waving tongue like tasting wine
mother fucking genocide
hesitations gone satisfied
running to sea with firing fingernails
all that effort seems to be ridiculous
darkness rejecting the light..and..getting darker
pimping up the painful crying..just..like farmer
old ghost is moaning with pain hugging a child
the deads from war are roaming night wild
they have the rage in every single breath
they crush all the too much nude mass
shadows crawling like crocodiles gone to the ground
a bright bird taking off whistles independence around
now we're drinking eight fifteen
tongue's raped by the sweetened
just like a cat stepped on its tail
fear of abyss full of rage with veil
dead cold thing missing something
sleepwalker screaming in the slum
trapped in the serious tricky jump
sun is about to blow up
drumming sound boost up
the sad war's creeping out of memory
nobody needs no more calamity