Intercourse, Interjection, On That Grassy Field Found At The Moon

i'm like, 'ohmyfuckingod
what are you doing in me?'
i bet your lookin for god,
so had to dig for it in me (SPELEO)
outta body experience
not what you name it science
has burn your driver's licence
now give back me creedence.

te voy a matar
in a circle hellfire (s)pit
head in the basura
y asi acabarà la  changa
acabarà la  changa
outta body experience

you like, 'whats that smelly butt
tryin to talk to me for,'
when i slash you back to four
reverse song of time, end on the floor
both your eyes afraid to dance,
end doppel gang not finite haze
end dopple gang that callin days.

te lo voy a decir, más y más
y más y más, when i unleash beast form
eroded mask breaks in pieces (YES)
trapped in spider weeb ending up
but down, on the floor, and i slash you
MORE & MORE & MORE
creepy gore, tell me more, tell me more
grab the core, of my despair
and bring encore to this nightmare