GO TO GATE

oh my oh my oh my. we may die may die may die.

there is a fire in the oven in these days gone dark as night.

a devastating comedy is running without life.

all the children made in mengele comes readymade with glue

and you may kill them if you like or we can sell them to the zoo.

buhu buhu buhu. hollow kings are marching trough.

ubu ubu ubu. I can hear you are howling to.

at the big and bloodred moon and her black eyed dying sun.

oh why and where and how may we die, mayday, did do. goodbye.