• Beauty will destroy your mind
    Spare the gory details
    Give them Gift wrapped for the man with everything
    The stench lasts

    Though I lived a lonely life
    I was confused
    I'm a butcher
    I feel nothing

    As it courses up my arms
    in position of the worms
    up through my heart and to my brain

    I'm a big slab of basic combination
    cut out
    Chopped liver on the block
    My heart's still pumping
    My heart pumps nothing

    He's a warrior
    Here's a little b***h coming outta him
    When the work is done
    It almost looks like there were roses