A tension that arrived too late
And having difficulties with paying attention
Are abnormal situations, aren’t they?
I hold a Beretta 92 and a baby’s eye in my left hand
Our education which has blood on its hands
And the failed revolutions
Are uncommon sense, don’t you think so?
My right arm that is covered with holes and orderly, wavy scars
Is such an eyesore, isn’t it?
A school that was closed down due to hypocrisy
And the pathetic people that have been thriving lately
Are abnormal circumstances, wouldn’t you say so?
Mushrooms sprout from the crushed pig’s skull
Crushing chastity with one’s feet
And a surging prosperity
Are uncommon sense, wouldn’t you agree?
The fly larvae in the ruins of that spat-out “I love you”
Are slightly filthy, don’t you think so?
That baby is looking
That baby is listening
As Angel 92
I'm going to come
And kidnap you tonight
As Angel 92
I’ll watch pathos spread
All throughout your body
Time to ignite and snort a happy roll of marijuana up my nose!
Intoxication via decorating my auricles
And perfuming myself to boast of my coquetry
Are corrupting my soul, aren’t they?
Both of my legs are covered with blurred spots and bruises
Bloody situations
And corrupted information
Are uncommon sense, wouldn’t you agree?
The swarming nematodes and Takanotsume chili peppers in that eyeball
Are an eyesore, don’t you think so too?
Right now, that baby’s eye
Is fixed on you
As Angel 92
I’m going to come for you
And devour you tonight
As Angel 92
I'll watch ecstasy (MDMA)
Pierce into your head
For that unbearable pathos I’m enduring
I’ll ignite and snort a happy roll of marijuana up my nose!
Try me !!