Filth

The sallowed, greedy insects
Are my frustrated sympathisers
Rotten apples inside my gastric juices
Won't you try the soup of sexual desire?
The dripping, oozing pink maggots that
Soak in the formaline of sadistic desire
Rotten strawberries inside of that*
A sour marinee prepared with blood

Filth High

Let's see a movie, holding hands like I promised you
Saying farewell in this evening before the apples and strawberries go rotten
The dream stretches forth, while we're kissing like I promised you
Saying farewell to you let's enjoy the Last Supper

Filth High

Sadistic sadistic sadistic drain the sadist dry
Sadistic sadistic sadistic sadistical, horror
The sadistic awakening comes forth
Come one, come all and see
Sadistic sadistic synchro prepared retro horror