enter my world
Slime and rot and rats and snot and vomit on the floor.
50 u-gly soldiers, man, holdin' spears by the iron door.
Knives and spikes and guns and the likes of every tool of pain.
And a sinister midget with a bucket and a mop.
Where the blood goes down the drain.
And it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'.
And weepin' greenish drops.
In the room where the giant fire puffer works.
And the torture never stops. Frank Zappa