Badlife

He talks in his sleep to the ultra violet kind He stalks to the beat in a violent state of time He's the babble of badlife; words are words No matter how you pay the price He'll castrate your soul And penetrate your mind Fear his fire eyes burnin' Spirits are never destroyed Fear his fire eyes burnin' Lost forever in the void Fear his fire eyes burnin' He feeds on the loveless In his sordid silent crime --- Badlife - My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult and Bomb Gang Girls