Just another burst of angry fecal matter.
This song was in the process of being written while we were recording our second set of demos in February of 2003.
its alright. its okay.
it will be fine when i'm a god.
it will be nice. it will be fine.
you will be mine when i'm a god.
i can smell the others will burn
i can tell the pilgrims will play
id like to but there isnt any room
i recieved her telepathic rape
its okay. its so lame.
her dumb smile sparkles in the sun.
it will be fine. its okay.
her dumb smile sparkles in the sun you see
i can tell the others will burn
i can smell the bitches will play
i'd like to but there isn't any room
i recieved her telepathic rape
the parasite is dead. the eggs hatch in your head. forget to bleed and forget to breathe.
the parasite is dead.