azagtoth, trey

trey azagtoth,
why dontcha play drums for rick allen
let him reign in blood south of heaven
on a dark throne sprayed with shampoo
and yer lyrics would rhyme A B B A
and what about force-rhyming massacre with mascara?
over millie petrozza’s body ha!
but what if say, you wrote songs for la môme piaf, imagine that
and she says, c’est moi ! non, je ne regrette anything that rhymes with siang
that’s when the small intestines on a carcass would explode from the heat of the midday sun
no time to ask for benediction from a nun
h.p. lovecraft, sumerian death chants, norse synth pops, when are ye gonna grow up, o
you, shorn lamb of god?
wipe the floor in your chapel of ghouls
really wipe it this time, put some elbows into it, you annihilator!
betrayer!
bendera kuning dengan jenazah
ikut menangis bersama
i’ll plant fake plastic trees on your grave
play air sitar at your funeral
all for the sake of a spiritual healing
never pay attention to a body count