Letras:
The Blood Brothers Young Machetes

see the love and affection, it was camouflaged as a jungle of erections. i couldn't see the skeletal lightning, it was camouflaged as a young machete

those decadent war swans, with faces half drawn, slinging blood soaked carols at the slave ship sun. huge gold ak-47! huge gold ak-47! c'mon, its 4am

conscience until it's a corpse. war never ends. war never begins. hoist up the hag of destitution! his mouth's an empty room where wild woes wander. young machetes

oh, team machine! i'm a pound of flesh in a drum machine's dream. we watch crabs and lobsters eat a dead cops throat and stuff our mouths with gutted

we live in a glamorous mansion with napalm in the walls. waterfalls fall like intestines from flying gutted gulls. we live in a glamorous mansion with

brass boots, where has your gaunt gown gone? whose streets have you walked on? who did you meet? what did they say? is the world just a foxhole you watch

i've fallen face first into a painting of hallucinogenic sunset. i'm the boy on the beach with the guitar, all the shark's beretta's: click-click, click

orange, and yellow and black flesh trees bloom fire, fire, fire. i'm trapped inside this motel 6 on fire, fire, fire. oh, those young fists clenched