WHEN IT IS NIGHT...
BY: DIzzIE (c.2000)

du-de-du
du-de-du

la-la-la
la-la-la

Pretty flowers and butterflies
and all the glitter in your eyes

Singing, dancing, smiling, happy
you're so empty, you're so crappy

Talking about such delightful things:
the coolest movie, the best CD
the clothes you want, what car you drive...

AND asking questions too?!:
Who are you going out with?
Ooh, did you see THAT movie?

Walking, running, skipping, laughing
ahh, the world, such a happy place....

The gorgeous sun, that shines upon us
all the great, great things, accepted without a fuss
even special cream for your zit pus

It is all so great, with so many people, 
all the same, all so joyous and gay!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

ALL FUCKING DAY I HAVE TO LIVE IN THAT ROT!
ALL FUCKING DAY I HAVE TO INHALE THEIR FUCKING SNOT!
ALL FUCKING DAY I'M FORCED TO LISTEN!
ALL FUCKING DAY I WANT TO KILL!

But when the day is finally over, I run away, I run real fast
into my house and to the basement!
I enter through the great black door.

Inside I take off my fucking costume, the one I HAVE to wear outside
Inside I dress myself in comfort, inside I get, and clean, my guns.
Ah, smells like another night of slaughter, ah, don't worry, I'll kill your children first
That way you can see me smile, a real smile, as I eat your little ones
and while you're sitting there and crying, 
I'll be laughing,
feasting on the tender meat
aaaaaaaaaa, it feels so good to unzip your pants, and shit on all the people

aaaaaaaaaaaa, I'll go to the next house now,
hehe, there's a shitload of children here: Christmas Day at the orphanage!
Lookey here, and lookey there, Santa takes a chainsaw out of his x-mas bag!
VVVVVVVVVVVVVROOOOOOOM!
tis' so freakin' funny! to hear the crying and the screams
lots of blood and lots of gore,
but what? I am not content? I CRAVE MORE CORPSES! MORE I WANT!

and so, shoving pieces of juicy ass into my pockets, I take off, into the night.
fuck, the damn red and blue lights are flashing
and the little round officers are madly dashing,
hehe, yesssssssssssssss, they're following me
right into the booby-trapped......WOW-E! that little roasted piggy is burning up, reallly good, look at the others try to save him, ah too late now, I've got my machine gun.
they're all dead.

Now I creep into the house, where there is silence, the shitty kind.
Where all is calm and all is silent, except for the kity's screams, heh, ever see a skinned kitty? they twitch in a really "special" kind of way...
Ah, the family, AWAKE NOW!
...and of course me and my M16. Shoot them down as they come down the stairs, tumbling down...
splat, zoik, pop, and crackle
it feels kinda weird stomping on their empty heads.
The brains and skulls feel real tingly, aghhhhhhhh erection, release! WHOPPEE!
shake it all up in a kind of stew, 
and pour it all over you.

Ah, tonight's festival is over, but tomorrow new weapons shall arrive, they shall keep spawning sanctuary: destruction, until all is gone, until there is no corruption.

until they are all dead.

email me: xcon0@yahoo.com