Paroles de Virus

Hot news from Necropolis! Scull caps crawling for hire and a couple of vultures Circling over my head a stone's throw from here Microbe-infested apparatus-apparitions seen floating Through festering frequencies from mouldy bands.... (Gimme some remote control!) Yeah, I'm interrupting your programme to make a complaint I'm an out-and-out afforder and my suffer-buffer's (Gimme a mind-bomb!) out of order (Glass cutter in request!) The corners are glaring, the kitchen's getting hotter 'Cause someone's 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 what's taking place between my eye and this airbrushed nature (Was ever man so hocussed?) There's 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 I'm 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!) I've got a halitosis coughing-ire from choking in a coffin-fire (Glass cutter in request!) It's 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