This man
May have a %#@!load
To prove

He's got to settle a score
Against the groove
Infinite !@($

Like endless joy and pain
Thunder to my ears
Like a holy rain


An aural wall of waking
Awash in purple paint

And a digging
Of the flowers in your yard
Electric rays of healing

Intensify the feeling of hatred
Towards the things you say
I ain't


Fear a man-child
His soul and seman

Pathetic thoughts he thinks
Forever
Heard you caused a landslide

Walking home
Soon slide the man-child
Under your coat


Product of your generation
Your masturbation

A master plan
A holy man
Infanticide

Decaying minds
Mass corruption


The product
And its production