chlorine

 
working the angles
cut the need with blood
cyclone blasphemy internalizing everything

sinister stirrings wash over me
and I plead to no avail
it will be as it will

fate is funny, you know
instincts sharp in the eternal storm
grip your seats
this is for the hell of it

skeleton dread screams
in the land of the zombie
a fed head is Queen
nod out to that beat
delivered to your future

welcome home sin