S7- Acid In the Oolong (Melting Cultivar)

Six virgins
Suicides with pride
Get hobbled erectile
This world Earth mother
Raped us to make God's wheel for X-Files
My E-meter soakin in orgones
The sick lay half dead
On beds filed
Greys in suits preach pestilence
As Illuminati soap box reptiles
Synthetic angels draw razors on expressions
To etch smiles
My veins runnin a red Nile
Vision quest
Head dress, holding heads
Rolled from necks
To the feet of an Aztec Idol
Once the blood pumps
Up chuck
Pharmac insulin pumps pus
I'll punch up
Ghost to the netherworld
Crash 'em
Into the Sun's crust
Ritual slaughter
I headhunt
And cannibalize ship chambers
Blood drunk
Off blood lust
Carpenter this
Carpet cutter tongue
Spun
Peel open his hyde
Sun dried like a rug cut
You cuff sluts
I control and handcuff
Cunts to radiators
These haters need to go club
With
Rev Run's son
Hollow tip
Dump slugs
Stick in his head like
Dum-dums
In night shade
At night
Shades drawn
I get my sleep on
Before Sun-up