THROUGH A CRACK

The birds, the bees

The whores disease

This bitch in my bed

Is the enemy, to me

There is a hole in the wall

Through which I crawl

I puke and fall

In the shower stall, once more

Passing through the Gates of Hell

It's deep and dark in a wishing well

Passing through the Gates of Hell

It's deep and dark in a wishing well

The locks and keys 

From X movies

Unchains unwanted fantasies 

For me

Passing through the Gates of Hell

It's deep and dark in a wishing well

Passing through the Gates of Hell

It's deep and dark in a wishing well

While one mouth screams

The other bleeds

It's not the same

as on TV, you'll see

Passing through the Gates of Hell

It's deep and dark in a wishing well

Passing through the Gates of Hell

It's deep and dark in a wishing well

Lyrics by L. Poems & N. Death copyright 1992, all rights reserved