Crow III

What are you?
I say to me.
A privilege machine man in the valley of the ice house.
Yeah? Joke so old that it is new.
Cause the innocent they know thier place .
In this slug motion dinosaur.
Skin beating heart breathing.
Eyes humming.
Walls splashing.
Blue blood spits from the
Butcherboy.
Just split the head and stand back.
Out of the chaos comes a reason whipcord yea!!
Hell on Earth a semi-trane.
Exression of pre-occupation skin beating.
Heart breathing.
Eyes splashing.
Walls humming.
Soul Crushing.
Soul Crushing.