Sun goes down, bodies on the ground. Swollen

with pus, I shall further expound. As the

vultures swirl, the batons twirl. We've come

for your entrails. And now it's time for death.

And now it's time, Death's mime is rhymed...

Sun comes up bloody pulp. People of your

planet all writhe in muck. Life's a piece of shit,

you are living it. You deserve no less than death.

Time for death, it's to the left. I've gotta smash

my chin 'till I gotta cleft. Time for death, there's

nothing left. I'm gonna rape your world, gonna go

suck cock...And now it's time for death. Your

nipples, expose your breasts. I'll burrow deep into

your chest...Ahh

There's no sun, just a human slum. Leaders

of your people acting really dumb. Flies with

the eyes, guys with the thighs, keeping a watch

on Bilko's pies...

And now it's time for DEATH