STOMACH FOR A SPINE Oct31.15

Sitting on a bench smoking weed with a wench. Along came some crazy skids to show us what satan did.

Flopping in the air 20 feet without a care. Exploding into the ground its head neither flat nor round.

Hung upon a crosswalk sign it had a stomach for a spine.

Thrown into a box of fries screwdriver impaled inside. Oh what a surprise its Randy’s concubine.

If that didn’t make them all man they ate those fries without washing their hands.

Dead before it grew old pancaked before it grew cold.

HUNG UP ON A CROSSWALK SIGN, STOMACH FOR A SPINE!

We are being controlled. Locked within this earthly prison.

To be bred in this never ending confliction.

Dead in the dungeon, rotting away. Rats eat your tissue, nothing remains

Boneless corpses sit on display, lying in their open graves

Mutant disease infecting your mind, Stupefied, your nerves are slime

unable to see, unable to breath. choking on pus, your eyeballs bleed.

Trying to survive the times, feeling all this hate inside, Searching for a reason to spare you from this twisted mind, forgiveness shall not be granted you’ll pay for what you’ve fucking done , there’s no holding back this vicious attack has just begun, HUNG UP ON A CROSSWALK SIGN IT A STOMACH FOR A SPINE. STOMACH FOR A SPINE!

We are the slave race. We are being controlled. Locked within this earthly prison.

To be bred in this never ending confliction. Conditions of unrelenting dismay.