Waves of Pure Flesh

When night crawls I’ll destroy your fucking face
And make a sack lunch of buttered pale white skin
You’ll never know just how far I’ve withdrawn
Sketching on fly-ash walls, signed «Ole King Ludd»
Further way, further ways
Waves pure and fresh
Further way, further ways
Waves of pure flesh
I’ll come around and creak your nursery gates
A kick and a punch to bruise your pale white skin
You’ll never know just how far I’ve withdrawn
Dawn on bedroom walls rusty with blood
Further way, further ways
Waves pure and fresh
Further way, further ways
Wavs of pure flesh