New-Wave Destroyers

Don’t believe what they say
We’re dead flies in the summertime
They leave us all behind
With duct tape scars on my honey
They don’t like who you are
You won’t like where we’ll go
Brother protect me now
With blood they wash in the money…

~*~

Strangle us with incentives of emotion

Thirst for rage and summer vacations

Of war and fear and stolen battlefields

Grenades of colour against boundaries

.

Counting all the sand on the ocean bed

Swings back and forth in bloodshot red

And artless arteries, glass shards on lips

Dangling in graves, on blasé techniques

.

Teenager heart attacks and money kiss

Smoke alarms dancing and burnt police

Screaming of trigger and severed hands

Dying sun begs us please to understand

.

A new trend of guns on cathedral steps

Torn to rubbles, a painted agonist mess

It’s no communication, just ammunition

Anarchy believers swallowed confusion

.

We taste metal like eating nine inch nails

As the remedy is waning away our scales

We love the feeling that you get as you die

So let’s just have some fucking fun tonight!

~*~

You don’t believe in God
I don’t believe in luck
They don’t believe in us
But I believe we’re the enemy!
Destroya! Destroya! Destroya!
Destroya! Destroya! Destroya!
Against the sun we’re the enemy!

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