When Wicked is Wicked Cool
You’re sick, you’re evil, you’re satan cool
All means your awesome
In the Hades planet culture
Somewhere I dreamt of my past
And I woke up vomiting
Because I was “sick”
Of the pop culture here
And the desperate and pathetic women
And the slutty men
And the perverted plant
And the two-faced conversation
And the children who were middle aged girls in their 30s
Sitting around coffee shops
Waiting to attract men into luxurious portals
Filled with free stuff
While they served me poisonous food over the counter
To make me fat in front of my man
While he tried to avoid their siren to have sex
He wanted to spit at them
But his spit ended up in their vagina
And they faked their orgasms
While their sex was only about getting off on each other
And the women wanted him
Because their men in person
Thought they were as worthless as they were
And they scratched their head to think
But they couldn’t think of anything except one urge to the next
And even the women only regarded well these men and women
Who used their vaginas to speak
And just recently I sent a prayer up to God
Or I am going to
And it will be a real prayer
That these cowardly dumb-founded persons
Close their vaginas
And their vagina mouths
And take the spit on their face every time they sound like a siren or slut
And vegetate in their own skin
And begin to think.
All means your awesome
In the Hades planet culture
Somewhere I dreamt of my past
And I woke up vomiting
Because I was “sick”
Of the pop culture here
And the desperate and pathetic women
And the slutty men
And the perverted plant
And the two-faced conversation
And the children who were middle aged girls in their 30s
Sitting around coffee shops
Waiting to attract men into luxurious portals
Filled with free stuff
While they served me poisonous food over the counter
To make me fat in front of my man
While he tried to avoid their siren to have sex
He wanted to spit at them
But his spit ended up in their vagina
And they faked their orgasms
While their sex was only about getting off on each other
And the women wanted him
Because their men in person
Thought they were as worthless as they were
And they scratched their head to think
But they couldn’t think of anything except one urge to the next
And even the women only regarded well these men and women
Who used their vaginas to speak
And just recently I sent a prayer up to God
Or I am going to
And it will be a real prayer
That these cowardly dumb-founded persons
Close their vaginas
And their vagina mouths
And take the spit on their face every time they sound like a siren or slut
And vegetate in their own skin
And begin to think.