Once you scratch beneath the surface Terrible odours can prevail Perfumed patisserie cannot hide Mould wreaking havoc below There's that itch you can't locate A spot just out of reach The source of irritation Never soothed by milky balm A nuclear attack by an unknown nation The delicate veil is torn asunder A thousand years of screams Rise up on a tide of hate red Above the air once cool Is swarming with bloody clouds The sun will never shine again Winter hash settles home to roost We warned you not to scratch Your bubble bursting thing Spewing putrid waste endless No more claps or happenings Turmoil reigns in hell Floodgates of fear Uncertainty and dread Opening deep and wide Once more
The Itch of Catastrophe
Once you scratch beneath the surface Terrible odours can prevail Perfumed patisserie cannot hide Mould wreaking havoc below There’s that itch you can’t locate A spot just out of reach The source of irritation Never soothed by milky balm A nuclear attack by an unknown nation The delicate veil is torn asunder A thousand years…
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