carrol

death come for me
cold sceanery
to tired to be
to a coffin i might flee
i will try to stack
coopses in a room
terror attack
i will be your doom
death ive become
with a stolen gun
run run run...
ive become a silent beast
want a violent feast
hear my demons sing
while the thing goes tingeling
body parts turned into bling
makes my kin
look deeep withinn
beauty of anarchy
in this monentary glee
outta mad city
no-one escapes calamity
the appereance of fear
as everyone dissapear
terror is crystal clear
all shall fall in the sceene
of the green mean gleem.