Benefit rules your souls.

That's a sugar skull.

Egging you on, walking your terraces,
those bastards in claret and blue,
half past a laugh at your stupid arse,
global manifestation of memories past.

You bunch of fools, spoon fed like your bread winner was brain dead,
I am a liar, I will go and thieve,
but the convictions I hold I treasure, not grieve.

Smashing on through your perverse concoction of wannabes and hasbeen's.
I'm leaving you with what's left in your head.
NOTHING.

Earth is Hollow.

I said wait a minute, you cunts are just in my way,
Watching your forces retreat, turn and look the other way as they obey,
Satan's stomping through your street like the second coming of the creep,
Cutbacks so clean, cutbacks so neat.