Ask E-gore. Something about plastic knifes and food fights.
Lyrics
THE MOON GLOWS ON THE ESCAVATED
DIGGING INTO BODIES LEFT DECAPITATED
SHOVELING REMAINS OF HOPELESS CHRISTIANS
THEIR GAZE TELL ME TO FEED MY BRAIN TO INFANTS
OPENING FACES WITH A PLASTIC KNIFE
HOLLOWING SKULLS OUT I START A FOOD FIGHT
SCRAPED LEFT WEIGHTLESS WITH TASTELESS PLATELETS
STACKED ON MY PLATE
TASTE MY CREATION
TALKING BABY HEADS FILLED WITH HELIUM
THEY SAY TO STOP GRAVEROBBING AND BRING OUT THE DEAD
LETS MAKE BALLOONS FROM THE TALKING HEADS
A PREMATURE BIRTH PARTY CHEWS ON MY FLESH
I FILL THEM UP WITH CUM
JERK OFF ON THEIR MUM
THEN I TEST POSITIVE FOR HIV!
I LOVE SPREADING HIV!
