Hellfire Tourist

By Frank Peter Hermsen

  

Doggieīs blood allover my shirt

Eternety perished down in the dirt

Helplessness calling a voice on a wire

Drinking the words of a thousand liars

 

Burning the bridges in front of me

Boiling the zones in that we could be

Living through daylight like blood drops through love

Digging the ground to check whatīs above

 

The land is drowning

The sea is on fire

Towns lie in ruins

Hellīs my desire

Bombs over Paradise

Heaven in dust

Iīm the hellfire tourist

And in fire I trust

 

The smile I see is made just for me

But the cry I die doesnīt let me see

The beauty of coldness the taste of embrace

The dieing member of an ancient race

 

I canīt stand those faces on the highnoon bus

Trapped in embraces no place left for us

I penetrate myself doggie style

And I do like the smell for just a while

 

Sun is drowning

The moon is on fire

The earth lies in ruins

Hellīs my desire

Bombs over paradise

Heaven in dust

Iīm the hellfire tourist

And in fire I trust

 

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