I'm walking on cloud nine
While worms of curiosity consume my hide-
This little man will be eaten alive,
Send us to abyssal heavens.

I've put on my best suit
Dressed in black, ready to spill out my fruit-
My boots bear the number 1945
We are true nuclear children!

A spotless mind desires to be entered
Ina room that was shattered;
I see
Boots of this size everywhere
Depicting black stonehenge of cryptic orchids.

I have a contract with the Rotary Club
Signed on sheep-skin with my own sins.
Blood is all you weep
For a world so cheap.

I have my own realms of negativity
So don't enroll me in inferiority-
I bear report of hidden minority
Left to spin in space oddity.

I dream...
I dream of disemboweling my figure..
Rather face visceral cubes then this failure.
Rot between sores of insanity
While larvaes sleep in vanity.

I see a headless hanged man,
An innocent killer
And a merciful hangman-
Now do you feel better?

I don't really stress myself,
For I have my own asylum..
Hiroshima awaits me in my bedroom
Craving for the beginning of sadistic shows.

I sing my lullaby
Of falling macabre butterflies;
Sodomite hands caress my cold skin-
'This is a dark rapture that you feel.'

It is happening even now,
While hieronazis mutate the crowd;
Proud of every factory, Euginics on your shoulders,
I'm crossing the borderline.

Why lament these ages?
When chances are given for hyper-apes,
Build new gods,
Deformed sex-symbols for the siblings
And every synthetic baby.

I dance with Hades,
Great ossatures are being built-
This glory will be fun
You better run!

A statue made after plastic genetics
It's Mary masturbating with electrics-
Step here to deflower infants,
Step there to murder disposable parents.

I'm walking on cloud nine,
While everything works out just fine-
There are legions of demons to hire,
I better have a date with suicide.