Tekst:
Fleurety Department Of Apocalyptic Affairs

as in the fairytales the eerietales the scarytales the oh so weary tales there is a place where the outdated sweethearts go as in becoming one with

He's got a whip-scarred centerfold in the trunk of his car pocket full of spices to go with the sore it's he who's got the crania and the remnants

Arrest me I talk in riddles I cause stress and muscular cramps nervous exaggeration after the toxictonic telepathically broadcasts an appearance of

Met up with my friend the sexist in exile on a tight leash he keeps the vermin that gave me the creeps together 'till the end us and whatever's