Possession Of The Gato Lyrics

Filthy plastic vessel of Gatorade
Someone's garden hose where a hole was made
Thick black scum protrudes the sides
This inhuman figure leaves no one alive
Long forgotten in the shed of despair
Awaiting it's victim, caught unaware
The warm firm grip of a human hand
And the spark of a Bic inside a piece of rolled up coke can

Elements combined your soul is mine
Another puppet to do my bidding
Eyes red raw and the mouth is dribbling
Take a look at me i'm now your master
Encased in a plastic realm of disaster

Recruit my soldiers of brain dead neanderthals flocking to my every need
Obtain a device to alter my existence and transform my own very being
Double chambers of peculation, ice catcher and a brassy filled with weed
My power has grown much stronger and my followers plant thy seed

Spreading, Collecting, Raise my army of brain-dead sheep
Killing, Brain-cells, Until your soul is mine to keep