This man
  May have a shitload
  To prove
  He's got to settle a score
  Against the groove
  Infinite orgasm
  Like endless joy and pain
  Thunder to my ears
  Like a holy rain
  
  An aural wall of waking
  Awash in purple paint
  And a digging
  Of the flowers in your yard
  Electric rays of healing
  Intensify the feeling of hatred
  Towards the things you say
  I ain't
  
  Fear a man-child
  His soul and seman
  Pathetic thoughts he thinks
  Forever
  Heard you caused a landslide
  Walking home
  Soon slide the man-child
  Under your coat
  
  Product of your generation
  Your masturbation
  A master plan
  A holy man
  Infanticide
  Decaying minds
  Mass corruption
    The product
  And its production