With the kind of coffin I could build myself, say no to strangers

With that kind of broken English I could take you home for ages

Without listening I hear the sound of no-one listening

With the king of compliments I ooze and loose, say no to strangers

I crawled from the sewers today, where is your god?

I want to be a piece of meat like those on your TV

In my head there is a pain, in the sky there is an army

Death by noise, noise by itch, itch by me

We don't play those games round here

Space invaders

Tomb raiders

Shut up