The nazis hi priest

Feeling the ever dreaded knife stick through
i can appreciate the malice laying in the kitchen
waiting till the ever morning of death came upon me
watching and waiting till the end was near
scaring the crows of a dead sting quartet
BOWLING WITH THE NAZI HI PRIEST
wanting my black power movement to turn bleach white
revealing the threat of a thousand demons calling
dressing you up in random blackness
only to make you wear gray
and then the color white is aroused
brighter than any circuit shot out by anger
crushed in the hearts of what today might have brought me
but happily excepting the faults that tomorrow will bring