Analysis of Last night’s set

No one knows

Of my recent show

Walk through the rusted metal double

Free of sin, which is so satisfying

Heavy breathing… tingling… sweating from

heavy heat feelin

Tight chest… what have I ingested

Oh a mouth full of un-oxygenated heated

Pins needles taunting the nervous twitches

Itching scratching… eyes searching for just

Mindless mingle around the table

All the acting like they are reformed and

Hellos come and go but I don't say anymore

I wouldn't mind watching them all burn to

Crackling and popping… snapping

Bubbling melting… obscure blood curdling

Or is that the release of steam from their

70% water and they still can't put

The fire in their eyes leaves me no doubt

I never forget cuz once in their life they

really meant it

The death stare as the embers flare

Reminds me of the power of the flare as I

strike the match

The smell the sulfur excites me

And sit back and watch layer-by-layer

burning the player

I'll sit in the corner until I f*ck*n release

all over my jeans

Until there is nothing left in me and I can't

stand the heat

It's not the smell of burning flesh that

It's the hair that smells so FRIGGIN

nasty
It's time to concentrate and I act like I

Participate in-group so they don't stare

Or suspect that last nights travesty was

the work of the vet

The vet getting rid of another bum that still

They were sleeping in that abandoned building

DURING LAST NIGHT''S SET

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