I’m away… I’ll do the same… A dumb death apotheosis Impaled –why not? -on an iron gate Fight with a chainsaw, Fight with a lawn mower against a zombie army, Rotten from teeth to knees I just see And I’ll do the same I just follow I just see -I just break down !!!- My guts over the floor Over the floor It smells like “Brain dead” “and “Hill have Eyes” Ketchup cum on vomited pies Anal Holocaust with reindeers horns Or take five lost teens lost in a lost house And vow them to fame and royalties… Right to the depths of gore –but why?- everybody wants more I’ll do the same! It’s just grand guignol It’s just grand guignol!