STATEMENTS

You can`t recognize me

A guardian of justice

My essence reeks of acidic piss that will be missed

Making heads twist till they cease or start to exist

Flicking wrists whilst breaking jaws

I insist

I persist

I will not subsist you cystic tumor

I am fully in control

All the rest is humor

Working the graveyard shift on the outskirts

As I gaze out to the city of consumers

Mixing death with bones

I am the perfumer