Virus — текст песни (Snuff Pop Inc.)

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Scull caps crawling for hire and a couple of vultures

Circling over my head a stones throw from here

Microbe-infested apparatus-apparitions seen floating

Through festering frequencies from mouldy bands....



(Gimme some remote control!)



Yeah, Im interrupting your programme to make a complaint

Im an out-and-out afforder and my suffer-buffers (Gimme a mind-bomb!) out of order (Glass cutter in request!)



The corners are glaring, the kitchens getting hotter

Cause someones burned the roast in the oven



AND RED ICE-GRIT RUNS OUT MY CHILBLAINS

INTRAVENOUS SEIZURE OF A DEAD REPORTER

I try to shut out whats taking place between my eye

and this airbrushed nature (Was ever man so hocussed?)

Theres a skeleton in every house and mine feels pretty pent-up

I shall BURST!



My living room is but a death trap (ALL CRANIA GRIN!)

They know better about eternal electrocution

Im just a subtle would-love-to-be

Under carnal corruption from figurative infection

And thus the videodrone is immune

By virtue of the mercy of ignorance



LETTING ME DIE WITH THE BIG BOYS

And mortal frames besieged by swarms of bacteria

CREEPY-CRAWLIES IN MY BRAIN!



(Gimme some remote control!)



Ive got a halitosis coughing-ire from choking in a coffin-fire

(Glass cutter in request!)

Its the dominance of viral decay

Roasting my breath and toasting my death

Oh baby, the way you cry is prettier than the saddest song

An utter soul cutter forever boxed in

The death denihil of a social misanthrope



AND RED ICE-GRIT RUNS OUT MY CHILBLAINS

INFO-PARASITIC INTERFERENCE IN MY BRAIN





All Snuff Pop Inc. music and lyrics written by Ant Mozart Khadaffi