The Serpents Sting

little red fox on the demon box...she devours the grapes of wrath i follow her down straight into hell...on perditions winding warpath greed like gas pouring fuel to the fire...living the nightmare dream her screams are erotic and wildly robotic...miswired on a misled street night into day and day into night...eternitys eyes turn black flat on my back she's on the attack...long gone like the flowers of spring sad solution...pollution...inviting intrusion...she's strong like a barbaric queen she's a master,a monster,a vixon,a viper venom it flows through my veins...pleasure and pain i die from the serpents sting i run like a rabbit with a deadly drug habit...i'm selling my soul like a fiend double minded and blinded my thoughts are unwinding...like a mountain of misery suicide static on full automatic...machine gun madness unseen unloading the clips on fools that will slip on flip sides of reality invisible idols that bring raw revival...they worship the tall toxic trees the birds eat my flesh and the bees drink my blood i die from the serpents sting nuclear nations don't need invitations...they come on the bomblasts breeze like lunatic lepers,hookers and hellions...living only to spread their disease i look through the window i see angels and halos and demons of dirty dark deeds ignite the infernos like crooks in casinos and cops that make love at crime scenes where the metal meets the meat and blood flows through the beats where freedom rings and slavery sings... a blood red moon is on the rise...prophets of doom now compromise fangs sink deep in the x-rated heat i die from the serpents sting anthony_beesley@yahoo.com