Something swings on mental industries,
Something moans for moral legacies-
Look, we crossed the borderline
To become gods for a mortal minute.

I have my share of nazimatrixes and apathy
This world is ,oh, so gloomy-
Laugh and cheer
For a perfect offspring: plastic fear.

I'd love to torture my vivid demons,
I'd love to rape this disease;
I vomit crimson grease,
Do keep your trivia madness on a tighter leash.

He was not a part of them
Did he deserve to go through hell?
I don't kiss and tell
My twinkle-bells.

He's hanging from above
Looking down at us with disgust-
Romance of hatred,
Marry a corpse and praise
The numbers on the back of your heads.

He married the moon and the sun
Petrified and remained numb;
Tease this puppet for entertainment,
Bow with astonishment.


And he hangs from the skies
Looking down at us, seeing our lies,
Waiting for metallic butterflies
And the chemical romance of flies.

Be like uranium unshakable,
In this emerald dream disposable.