When a poem still unwritten makes its way through space

its determined to be seated in a mental case

that will give it all the nurishment it needs


to grow into an epic of great altitude 

to make the virgins wet by beeing b****** crude

and lyrically complex to who may read


chorus

plauge is beeing human beeing

haunt the shadows of their dreams

i'll born

i'll be long

i'll be gone

before you breathe


human beeing is a disease

haunt the shadows of their dreams

i'll born

i'll be long

i'll be gone

before you breathe


when a picture is to horrible to make headlines

it will stay inside the head of those who lay their eyes

on the evidence of memories of crime


it will stay until the picture is a mantelpiece

a manifest of hedonism and it wont cease

until its paper is consumed by tharmageddon