Brain Attack - Tracedawn

On the dunes of bad taste

I surf beneath the burning moon

The heat peels off my skin

But I won’t hide like the other fools

Beyond hypnosis

Beyond the norm

Beyond the hypocrites

Melt the cerebrae

I’m a man of low morals and everything

I touch ends up crushed into dust

On the shores of brain attack

I bathe above the lava core

The fumes keep away the ordinary

With a smile I plunge and dive

I’m a man of low morals and everything

I touch ends up crushed into dust

Satisfaction, downfall

My teeth kissed concrete once again

Flesh dripping grin