This man May have a shitload To prove He`s got to settle a score Against the groove Infinite orgasm Like endless joy and pain Thunder to my ears Like a holy rain
An aural wall of waking Awash in purple paint And a digging Of the flowers in your yard Electric rays of healing Intensify the feeling of hatred Towards the things you say I ain`t
Fear a man-child His soul and seman Pathetic thoughts he thinks Forever Heard you caused a landslide Walking home Soon slide the man-child Under your coat
Product of your generation Your masturbation A master plan A holy man Infanticide Decaying minds Mass corruption
The product And its production
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