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Two pounds of steel seated into his palm four tons of steel seated under his balls speeding tickets stuff his dash and box tires loud and bald like an old man that talks and talks apocalyptic visions of erotic nihilism flood his fucking brain a metal heart beats toxic blood through exploding veins HE'S HAVING: epic group sex with hallow tips exaust and meth cumming on the disrobed chest of lusty lady death pig's blood evaporate off blackened streets as the pussing corpses melt into vinyl seats LADY DEATH, I WANT YOUR SEX. LADY DEATH, I WANT YOUR SEX. when you live a long way out you make your own fun he's painting the town red with a big block and a gun the glass slices his body at the bottom of the cliffs the blown speakers blast out orchestrated shit Aus Songtexte Mania