Hellfire Tourist
By Frank Peter Hermsen
Doggie´s 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 what´s above
The land is drowning
The sea is on fire
Towns lie in ruins
Hell´s my desire
Bombs over Paradise
Heaven in dust
I´m the hellfire tourist
And in fire I trust
The smile I see is made just for me
But the cry I die doesn´t let me see
The beauty of coldness the taste of embrace
The dieing member of an ancient race
I can´t 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
Hell´s my desire
Bombs over paradise
Heaven in dust
I´m the hellfire tourist
And in fire I trust