It's Kurt Cobain's ghost invading this track, no recess!. Halt! Arrest your history! The Flowers of Evil. I blow out my fuckin' voice. I have a vision and I want to see it through. You prefer cocaine. Dance like a machine. Nailed to the Taos cross. Francis was recommended. Now you're burning in hell over Riley Hawk. Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to. An ice-sculpture of God in hell. All brutalities. Your feelings are not an argument. Bind, torture, & kill! In the pale moonlight, dance with the devil . Cinco de Mayo sombrero photo lost. Now I spit out the rinds. Brötherfūcker, La Bamba! Cum in! No placenta in your conclave!
