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Fields of screaming pedophiles

And the dogs who eat their genitals

As they lick blood from their whiskers

Yes, Fergus salute their deeds

Early morning mist

The frost collecting on corpses

The voices from dreams

that grow inside my head

Can see inside the minds of men

Dark, exotic lustful women

Dark, exotic booze

All along the memory

has been shrouded by the

Fog that clouded sensory

and parted with my bodies entity

Welcome to the Mastic zoo

Now to what we ask of you

Peace, man – peace of mind

Peace, man – this piece of mine

Peace – there is no peace

When a piece is missing from mine

Don't wake me, I need to sleep – let's go!

Bitter dreams of darkness – walking death

Littered streams with garbage – Fergus sleeps

Sisters fiend for narc trips – walking death

(at the) Bottom of the tar pits – Fergus sleeps