Lyrics: GG Allin. Murder Junkies. A Dead Fuck.

Funeral eyes hold hostage your pretty cunt
Jacked off visions of a cable through blood and bone
Naked terror sees cautious mysteries
Whisper loudly to the deaf sky
Civilization exists far away
Cannibals now only are invited to attend
Limp, shriveled hair no longer projects shine
No longer projects shine pretty thing
Hard fisted statistics
Hard fisted statistics now count you out
Decorate my cave financial disguiser
Rejected decapitations show no denial
Dismissed to cemented babble
Delicate I hammer out no remorse
As the loud air breathes heavy
Your loss my gain
No restraint now needed
Violations produce long lasting pleasures
As I fuck your deadness repeatedly