Jun 24, 2005 07:56
We are created by poison
we're fed with buckets of filth
our cake they fill with thorns
we eat it and toxicate what's pure
we are the pitiful compost for the masses
with sex, drugs and violence for the mental escape
"I'm on a black train
heading for the insane
and when she speaks my name
i hope that she feels a shot of pain"
-It's so nice to MEAT you-