11 June 2012

Mirror, Mirror


There are certain kinds of dust monkey

Who’ll eat your fucking face off

And vampires who’ll suck up your will to live

When I look in the mirror I see your face

Could be the cause of self loathing

Wearing the devil’s face

But I don’t care no more

I learned to live with that

And any number of bad trips you laid on me

So I’m the Antichrist and the bad Buddha

I abide in the knowledge

That no man can touch my piece of mind

And I’ll be laughing my socks off

Come your judgment day


  1. We'll rain ice picks on their steel shores