A dead dog is lying on my porch
damn,it seems more human than half the people in this world.
If madness was a drug and stupidity a steak
we would all be junkies and our fat would fill the widest lake.
I can't taste a thing cause our stink makes me puke
maybe I'll scratch my wounds to feel something new.
A harvester of sadness,destruction and hate
is all that we are.
Suicidal maniacs,psychopaths alined in glorious blood bath.
Another day in the slaughterhouse
another day insane,
I will leave one day,you bastards
I will escape and fly away.