epileptical starburst

there is some scrachy residue in the brain
like rats alone near the gloomy corner
searching for their cheese

where's the place for children to play their games
instead of this baseball bat
entering the cunt of a pregnant cow

never surrender when you're entering the womb of creation
hoping god can really matter something
against the powers of our univers

something is really wrong
and the witches dance
nothing is holy
blood in their cunts is sacred
just comes from a wound

meat is teard from that epileptical starburst between the flying shadows
and the evil magnetism of your smile
begins to suffer our wisdom