Head shot distortion
I'm a super conglomerate of youths taste/
The constipation of baby shit splattered all over your face/
Who am I/ starvation/ beating the beauty out of your temptation
Causing severe pain in your abdomen/ as I ad-lib my sins/
I'm constantly coveting your childrens prosperity/
Like snarled tooth throat fuel injected into the membrane
Of jackknife ejaculation minus the elation/
Who am I / devastation/ the cold lock jawed clutch around your Adams apple
Like swallowing acid glass and shrapnel
I'll crush your family tree like tainted blind children laughter
The appointed antiquated malevolent bastard/
Sun spots that welt my skin like weathered crucifix wood/
If theres fun to be had than I already had it/
In the back of a Buick with a bat to a temple/
Whispering a new brand of Jesus speak into the pre-aborted minds of young ladies/
I'm not sure whos insane but I know the Gods are crazy/
A numb nun with a crucifix inserted into the cervix mumbling quotes from the genesis/
Broken down homes from the smug faced nemesis/
Genocide would be a refreshing dawn of the summer solaces/
Who am I/ saturation/ covering your mothers ovaries in a thick mucus/
Like republicans converting tobacco using children into the new movement/
A useless truth the course graves of improvement/
Happiness is a weakness I've never been able to indulge in/
Erode and cringe as pot belly politicians win/ by pushing their weight in/
It leaves me feeling weightless/ debatless/ cant even question what the debate is/
Who am I/ molestation/ running my hand up the blouses of patients/
And you wont sleep right tonight/ young frightful and ripe/
Innocent bright eyed and tight/ I'm a savage beast of lust/
My heart cracks and combust/ with nothing left but stains and rust/
Nothing left but echoes and dust/ I cant remember what a wise man once said/
All I can remember is the smell of the dead/ walls splashed with red/
Murdered soaked bed/ so I end this with a bullet through my forehead.
--Z.Silas Herrera
I'm a super conglomerate of youths taste/
The constipation of baby shit splattered all over your face/
Who am I/ starvation/ beating the beauty out of your temptation
Causing severe pain in your abdomen/ as I ad-lib my sins/
I'm constantly coveting your childrens prosperity/
Like snarled tooth throat fuel injected into the membrane
Of jackknife ejaculation minus the elation/
Who am I / devastation/ the cold lock jawed clutch around your Adams apple
Like swallowing acid glass and shrapnel
I'll crush your family tree like tainted blind children laughter
The appointed antiquated malevolent bastard/
Sun spots that welt my skin like weathered crucifix wood/
If theres fun to be had than I already had it/
In the back of a Buick with a bat to a temple/
Whispering a new brand of Jesus speak into the pre-aborted minds of young ladies/
I'm not sure whos insane but I know the Gods are crazy/
A numb nun with a crucifix inserted into the cervix mumbling quotes from the genesis/
Broken down homes from the smug faced nemesis/
Genocide would be a refreshing dawn of the summer solaces/
Who am I/ saturation/ covering your mothers ovaries in a thick mucus/
Like republicans converting tobacco using children into the new movement/
A useless truth the course graves of improvement/
Happiness is a weakness I've never been able to indulge in/
Erode and cringe as pot belly politicians win/ by pushing their weight in/
It leaves me feeling weightless/ debatless/ cant even question what the debate is/
Who am I/ molestation/ running my hand up the blouses of patients/
And you wont sleep right tonight/ young frightful and ripe/
Innocent bright eyed and tight/ I'm a savage beast of lust/
My heart cracks and combust/ with nothing left but stains and rust/
Nothing left but echoes and dust/ I cant remember what a wise man once said/
All I can remember is the smell of the dead/ walls splashed with red/
Murdered soaked bed/ so I end this with a bullet through my forehead.
--Z.Silas Herrera