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I’ll drag you to the bottom

Where fishes lay their turds

We'll pet salmon alevins

And make them our chums

Warmed up macaroni

Leftovers for the birds

Some thoughts atrocities

Are better left unheard

My priestess, my pride…

My dear satanic bride!

You don’t have a clue…

You don’t have a clue…

In joy for no reason

I've never felt so dumb

In boiling salted water

It's painless, they go numb

My priestess, my pride…

My dear satanic bride!

You don’t have a clue

You don’t have a clue

The plague dogs surround me now...