I want you to remember me as the guy in your backyard, holding a Molotov cocktail in one hand and a chain saw in the other, standing in the birdbath. Just because I can.
Bloodthirsty tongues, coated sweet Welcoming mats on the floors Lost in their dream, thus I greet Then wake with a crack at the boards Metal and wood, right and left Crashing, they pray to take flight Fully renounce plan of theft For life or for death clinging tight