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    Scull caps crawling for hire and a couple of vultures
    Circling over my head a stone's throw from here
    Microbe-infested apparatus-apparitions seen floating
    Through festering frequencies from mouldy bands....

    (Gimme some remote control!)

    Yeah, I'm interrupting your programme to make a complaint
    I'm an out-and-out afforder and my suffer-buffer's
    (Gimme a mind-bomb!)
    out of order (Glass cutter in request!)

    The corners are glaring, the kitchen's getting hotter
    'Cause someone's burned the roast in the oven

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    AND RED ICE-GRIT RUNS OUT MY CHILBLAINS
    INTRAVENOUS SEIZURE OF A DEAD REPORTER
    I try to shut out what's taking place between my eye
    and this airbrushed nature (Was ever man so hocussed?)
    There's a skeleton in every house and mine feels pretty pent-up
    I shall BURST!

    My living room is but a death trap (ALL CRANIA GRIN!)
    They know better about eternal electrocution
    I'm just a subtle would-love-to-be
    Under carnal corruption from figurative infection
    And thus the videodrone is immune
    By virtue of the mercy of ignorance

    LETTING ME DIE WITH THE BIG BOYS
    And mortal frames besieged by swarms of bacteria
    CREEPY-CRAWLIES IN MY BRAIN!

    (Gimme some remote control!)

    I've got a halitosis coughing-ire from choking in a coffin-fire
    (Glass cutter in request!)
    It's the dominance of viral decay
    Roasting my breath and toasting my death
    Oh baby, the way you cry is prettier than the saddest song
    An utter soul cutter forever boxed in
    The death denihil of a social misanthrope

    AND RED ICE-GRIT RUNS OUT MY CHILBLAINS
    INFO-PARASITIC INTERFERENCE IN MY BRAIN

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