This man

may have a shitload to prove

he's got to settle a score

against the groove

infinite orgasm

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 feelingof hatred

towards the things you say

i aint

Fear a man-child

has soul and semen

pathetic thought he thinks

forever

heard you caused a landslide

walking home

saw you slide the man-child

under your coat

Product of your generation

product of your masturbation

product of a master plan

product of a holy man

product of infanticide

product of decaying minds

product of mass corruption

the product

and its production