Necrobot Paroles

twisted patchwork heap

of rust, rivets, and bolts

wed in flesh canopy landscape

buzz saw rib cage death ray eyes ejaculating putrid nerve agent

bile soaked esophagus pale green fragrance

esophagus pale green fragrance

of bitter cherub aftertaste

arms end in vices

takers of life

and legs
and i've yet to feel an ounce of remorse or regret for the stains on what's left of these tatters

each one another life gone

oh aren't i beautiful

aren't i the end

i have many tools but i have saved the worst for you