Enter the fields of rape Your final place in time When standing in a dead land. Many memories of lost souls Have come to haunt me. A mirror image flicker
Baked I'll eat a box of Frosted Flakes Because they taste great Only leads to cat naps Doesn't lead to date rape Light the incense Turn on the blacklight
s cold Into mass graves the bodies roll Marching on killing fields Through the blood pools wars ideals Slice or hack or all is lost Nuclear frost Hand
