The Velourium Camper III: Al The Killer

at birth given scars along tender heart liberties
in justice for awkward living situated casualties
they lay dead along your floor
careful not to wake them they're sleeping
in the morrows good mourning
the dying will discard the wish to live

let this colony know in the name of the dead we're coming

when i kill her, i'll have her
die white girls, die white girls

you'll get nothing for something
arise the hidden war of a dead song unsung
the night of your children's day
beneath the surface sealed by the floors boarded up
seal the lips of your voice with haste
and cower at the sounds as they make their way

surprise speed and malice
the opposing break the surface hold ready

will the killing veil love should the heroes play dumb
but killings no fun when the heroes are none

bye, bye world