Devastator

[00:40.61] Neon black tanks grope the skyline.
[00:44.27] Neon black cocks rot into poison wine.
[00:48.70] Neon black flowers on the mass grave.
[00:52.35] Neon black corpses, stacked, eclipse the horizon.
[00:56.84] Neon black whip, war gang hiss;
[01:00.45] while Devastator sips from the crystal chalice.
[01:04.98] Neon black lemonade drip drips from his grin crammed with cool charm,
[01:10.37] culture and opulence.
[01:12.14] The bayonets clamor on all night, hemming scars into the hillside.
[01:19.37] Devastator sleeps under satin sheets.
[01:21.27] "Death campaigns are a fucking gold mine."
[01:23.98] And all the swine at the cabaret lick their lips as they clap along.
[01:28.43] Devastator, in a negligee, does a strip tease while he sings this song:
[01:32.93] "Everybody needs a little Devastation!"
[01:52.78] Neon black dirt in the garden.
[01:56.36] All the roses blossom into skulls this season.
[02:00.02] Neon black branches hanging from the trees.
[02:03.67] Every limb is empty, robbed of pleasant memories.
[02:12.32] The fields are throbbing fresh cut bruises.
[02:19.56] Devastator violates with dirty fingers.
[02:22.20] Neon black flames cook the calm air.
[02:25.87] The party's over, what was your favorite gift?
[02:30.33] Neon black future charging like a bull with a funeral bouqet ready to explode.
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