By Frank Peter Hermsen
Doggieīs blood allover my shirt
Eternety perished down in the dirt
Helplessness calling a voice on a wire
Drinking the words of a thousand liars
Burning the bridges in front of me
Boiling the zones in that we could be
Living through daylight like blood drops through love
Digging the ground to check whatīs above
The land is drowning
The sea is on fire
Towns lie in ruins
Hellīs my desire
Bombs over Paradise
Heaven in dust
Iīm the hellfire tourist
And in fire I trust
The smile I see is made just for me
But the cry I die doesnīt let me see
The beauty of coldness the taste of embrace
The dieing member of an ancient race
I canīt stand those faces on the highnoon bus
Trapped in embraces no place left for us
I penetrate myself doggie style
And I do like the smell for just a while
Sun is drowning
The moon is on fire
The earth lies in ruins
Hellīs my desire
Bombs over paradise
Heaven in dust
Iīm the hellfire tourist
And in fire I trust
Đ FPH 97