He´s running on a tuff gnarl in his head
he´s got a fatal erection home in bed
he´s really smart and he´s really fast
he´s got a hard tit killer fuck in his past
saints preserve us in hot young stuff
the saving grace is a sonic pig pile
amazing grazing strange and raging
flies are flaring through your brains
spastic flailing literally raising my roof
an adrenal mental man-tool box explodes in music creates utopia
you gnarl out on my nerves you weird and crush the cranking raunch
flesh dirt forcefield lost and found let´s burn your broken heart
set our sight on sights not yet set let´s scorch your wavo wig
let´s poke your eyes out