Irish blood of strength
running through his sad-mad veins:
Genetic Soldier.
Defender of views,
not a slave to the norms which
fill our ears and screens.
He knows death too well,
yet still he remains fearless
as death is freedom.
Irish blood of strength
running through his sad-mad veins:
Genetic Soldier.
Defender of views,
not a slave to the norms which
fill our ears and screens.
He knows death too well,
yet still he remains fearless
as death is freedom.
I sit here
waiting
sipping my
poison that
makes me brave
that makes
the truth escape
through barriers
I’ve built up
I transform into
a creature of
lustful longing
and I begin my
search for my
new victim
I seek and
walk my catwalk
zigzag along
the walls of
the pounding
beat
I see
I lock my
eyes on
I take a
shot of
clear liquid
and stumble
up to you
oh yes
YOU’RE MY NEXT