a weapon that tears the world apart
like a Dali painting; the sound clak-clak-clak
turning heads like a pretty girl;
the world a wheel reeling backward
like a side-winding kid killer like
hollow-point cop killers blows a hole in ur rainbow;
like a Hell Fire gunship turning a bit more
of the world into hell; call it what it is &
what it does again and again;
kid killer ****** & motorcycle mayhem
drunk behind the wheel of a machine;
through the window so goes the world
spreading chaos & death like peanut butter  
oh, we're so lucky it's illegal to be dead in
Americano where everyone is sleeping;

the line is busy right now hurry to manufacture
by the millions ghost makers kidkillers;
****** machines because that's all they do
w/ no purpose or moral; teaching kids
not to **** kids one day no one will **** ever again ***;
where is my angel soul to bring me down;
alight on my face like the holy spirit
while u hold me down; a lot easier to swallow