[Instrumental: short sharp slamming] "WHERE'S THE TOAD?" "WHERE IS IT?" "I need to squeeze the bumps! I need to drink the lumps!" "Ahhh visions." "Come to me" "Let me bathe in the falsehood you release." "These," "Strange," "Colours...." "Set me free..." I’m digging through the landfill of your nursery rhymes, Searching for a clean vein in these septic times! But you’re all clotted! You’re all blocked! With the fast-food grease and the cocks you’ve sucked! I peel the skin off my face just to show you the grin, Of the skeleton waiting to cave your skull in! You bred and you fed and you spread your legs wide, Now there's nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide! I wank into the soil just to fertilize the hate, And serve you your children on a dinner plate! Breath deep the mould! Do as you're told! I’ll plant a spore in your lung, watch the mycelium bloom, Turning your ribs into a fungal womb! Explode from the chest! Put the vermin to rest! A garden of meat! For the insects to eat! [Instrumental: short sharp slamming] I licked the toad until its eyes popped out! Now I'm staring at God with a snout full of clout! You want mercy? You want grace? I'll shit in your mouth and I'll laugh in your face! You gluttonous pigs with your designer clothes, I’ll hang you by the intestines like festive bows! Scavenge the wreck! Scavenge the rust! Grind your bones into psycho-active dust! I’m eating the maggots that crawled in your sores, And screaming at the sky like the king of the whores! THE STENCH! THE GLORIOUS STENCH! Look at the map. Look at your GPS. The satellites are falling. The magnetic poles are shifting. Can you feel the vertigo? No direction left, compass spinning in dread, The only true north is the silence of the dead. SILENCE OF THE DEAD! SILENCE OF THE DEAD! MAKE THEM SILENT! SEW THEIR LIPS SHUT WITH THORN BUSHELS AND DISEASE! Where’s my leaf? I smoked the whole tree! Now the forest is burning inside of me! I’m a walking contagion, a biological bomb, Singing death threats to you like a twisted psalm! Your daughters are mulch! Your sons are mud! I’m bathing in a river of carbon and blood! Get on your knees! Kiss the dirt! I want to see how much I can make it hurt! "WHERE"
