i saw the grave stones
i saw nine year old boys
somehow i knew
they hated me
you can live as long as
you want to live
lately all i want is to be
in you hole
sleep without a dream
as cold as it seems
its my destiny
how many men have been
in your sacred hole
(how many dead men god?)
as i spread her thighs
my life flashes
before my eyes
soothing, disturbing
i´m intoxicated with fear
how many men have died?
in your dirty hole
how many men lay dead
from this killing hole