Neon black tanks grope the skyline
Neon black cocks rot into poison wine
Neon black flowers on the mass grave
Neon black corpses, stacked, eclipse the horizon
Neon black whip, war gang hiss;
while Devastator sips from the crystal chalice
Neon black lemonade drip drips from his grin crammed with cool charm,
culture and opulence
The bayonets clamor on all night, hemming scars into the hillside
Devastator sleeps under satin sheets
"Death campaigns are a fucking gold mine"
And all the swine at the cabaret lick their lips as they clap along
Devastator, in a negligee, does a strip tease while he sings this song:
"Everybody needs a little Devastation!"
Neon black dirt in the garden
All the roses blossom into the skulls this season
Neon black branches hanging from the trees
Every limb is empty, robbed of pleasant memories
The fields are throbbing fresh cut bruises
Devastator violates with dirty fingers
Neon black flames cook the calm air
The party's over, what was your favorite gift?
Neon black future charging like a bull with a funeral bouqet ready to explode