[You may have the luck to come in contact with the enemy]

Scream

I want to set your hair on fire
So you can slap yourself to death
I hope it burns like a tyre
With nothing but the smell of roast
On your breath

I wanna hear you

Scream

Violence is exciting

Here I am juggling seven icicle chainsaws
In my petrified forest heart
Under a spell of rage
Breaking out of its cage
Consuming you with flames

I wanna hear you scream

Scream

[Never trust a junkie]
[Enemy]
[What will it be]
[Enemy]

You'll kitsch around like a painted pierrot
With a clawing pain in your spine
This agony you will feel
Will be the same as mine