Rip, don’t tear,
Give them all a reason to stare,
Foul protrusions racing out and wrapping around your hide.
Shoot your muck,
Hogging all the bad luck,
Dirty little entities wriggle round inside.
What a sight! Sickly white with an inappropriate grin,
Such a beautiful butterfly.
Now defences have welcomed in decay,
Periodically retching uncontrollably.
Grind and grate,
Don’t stop for goodness sake,
Keeping it on the down-low and underneath your bed.
Stick it in, bite it off,
Oh my God, what’s that thing behind you?
Sing it loud and sing it proud, a walking travesty,
Maybe better off in a zoo.
Oh, my lady, there’s no question who’s the boss,
She says she loves me while she nails me to the cross.
Way down, dig deep, it’s breaking through.
Big bad, no good, erratic too.
Get rank, get ripped, so very regrettable,
Bone dry, stinking and entirely accountable.
Do this, do that, until you're dead on your feet,
Surprise! You lose. It's way more fun when you cheat.
- Metal in denial