I make you feel amazing
Test of nature
Called impossible......
I say cars dont run
On dreams
And sweetheart
You the autobahn......
Face defeat
Before you reap
The seeds
Of slaughterhouse erotica...
Seems competition
Bleak
In need of something
Pre conceived
From Austin's author house.....
I make the devil
Into origami
Than send letters
To your mommas house....
It seems
You havent even bothered
Pulling your daughter
Out the slaughter house.....
I hate to take a crumb.
From such an honest
Flawless modest mouse.....
But the vultures
In the pasture
Speak of evil
Dont ask me just what their talking bout....