Incoming - Chemo

Hold tight the hangers

Wet cement swimmers front crawling through their manors

Eye stabbers, neck wringers, skin picking scammers

I watched them all sliding down ladders from the sky

Meet your suicidal gooey eyed attackers

The little wet brain splatters on the sheets

From the shootouts that rage between your ears as you sleep got you shook

I love it when shit gets obese

So you can slash a hole and let the fat trickle through the streets

Options for failure: Blame your old man

Or pick a partner and paint yourselves pink and hold hands

Like twin fasses

Dragging floral print baggage

Comparing dead bugs and superficial wing damage

We’ve all juiced a couple grim gashes, taken licks, sold powder,

puked up and switched planets

Normal

So I ain’t fucking with your checklist when every winning soul is in that bin

marked defectives

«Blessed are the meek, but they ain’t gonna inherit a single penny shred of

meat or drop of medicine from me mister savour!»

Barked your favourite ignoramus his tight fists bleeding on his pearly white

trainers

Stainless, controlled by one plastic button

That triggers a sudden jet of blood to end any discussion

Geeks in the towers like «fuck em!»

I dug the fine china out and stuffed their faces in the oven

Singing incoming incoming fling a rock kill them all

Sting summmin sting summin

Fuck the rules pin them up

Swing summin swing summin

Stewed face feeling that wind rushing wind rushing

(they ain’t gonna win nothing)

Fuck 'em up now, gather the maschones fix up and dumb down the devils in your

dreams all must of ducked out

Flooding in the streets let another one drown, fuck 'em fuck 'em up now

Everyone in towns now sufficiently suspicious

That your mutant superpowers are officially fictitious

Comic book villains, young, dumb and ambitious

Mouth smothered in a warm smile that gave us all the shivers

«These oily sacks of bile are just delicious!

Where’d you source the mangled

human heart you’re squeezing?!»

I continued asking, made a drunken crass remark

Was ejected from the premises and grew to love the feeling

And so the plan is still to skid along a winning streak

Skipping each cripple sat shrivelling and swigging bleach

And greet death grinning with a full set of missing teeth

Earthworm twin middle fingers to the chicken beaks

And when the freaks came to bite away your flesh

I’d never heard the word 'fuck' used to quite the same effect

It was special

It’s funny how divine skin gleaming in a pool of golden light is drawn to every

precious metal

Strange, I shrugged off the thought and kept vibesing

Deep black cloud, tin foil lining

Everything’s divine therefore everything is shining

You are not complete yet, we are not surviving

These are not your people, all moving skatty

Like a three legged staffy chasing pigeons in an alley

There’s a very real feeling at the bottom of that baggy

I booted with as many human eyes as I could carry

Singing incoming incoming fling a rock kill them all

Sting summmin sting summin

Fuck the rules pin them up

Swing summin swing summin

Stewed face feeling that wind rushing wind rushing

(they ain’t gonna win nothing)

Fuck 'em up now, gather the maschones fix up and dumb down the devils in your

dreams all must of ducked out

Flooding in the streets let another one drown, fuck 'em fuck 'em up now