Letras
Rotten midnight buffet, vermin carnival in disguise,
Masked prophets clawing pizza bones, eyes glowing like parasites.
Trash-can gospel, whispering plague,
Recycling bins turned into rabid graves.
Sticky fingers in the shadows, they bite, they breed, they feast,
Cute until the teeth show, angels of garbage turned beasts.
They chant for leftovers, anthems of disease,
Moonlight dripping rabies like unholy rosaries.
Leftover, recycling and rabies,
They dance in the dumpsters like real ladies
Venomous Sin Declares War on Raccoons,
Burn the night under garbage-moon.
Leftover, recycling and rabies —
Cute little killers with no remorse
Venomous Sin Declares War on Raccoons,
Now go to hell you fucking cartoon,
Aluminum claws on a soda-can shrine,
They baptize fries in piss, call it divine.
Scavenger priests in furry disguise,
Eyes crucifucked by fast-food and crap.
They purr for plastics, they mate with decay,
Your compost dreams get fucked away.
Glittering bandits, holy plague buffet,
They stole your heart and pissed it away,
Leftover prophets!
Rabid disciples!
Cute little virus dressed in stripes and eyeballs.
Fuzzy executioners!
Paw-print deceivers!
Kiss their tails and wake with fevers!
Leftover, recycling and rabies,
They dance in the dumpsters like real ladies
Venomous Sin Declares War on Raccoons,
Burn the night under garbage-moon.
Leftover, recycling and rabies —
Cute little killers with no remorse
Venomous Sin Declares War on Raccoons,
Now go to hell you fucking cartoon,
Foam-dripping grin, call it mascot chic
But touch their fries and you're crucifucked and weak!
Rabid choir of midnight sins,
Trash becomes kingdom, disease always wins.
Leftover, recycling and rabies,
They dance in the dumpsters like real ladies
Venomous Sin Declares War on Raccoons,
Burn the night under garbage-moon.
Leftover, recycling and rabies —
Cute little killers with no remorse
Venomous Sin Declares War on Raccoons,
Now go to hell you fucking cartoon,
Banana peels as war medals, crowns of moldy fries,
They fuck in recycling bins, baptize in Pepsi.
Foam-slick prophets chewing bubblegum tombs,
The trash-can pope just declared war on Racoon City!
Leftover, recycling and rabies,
They dance in the dumpsters like real ladies
Venomous Sin Declares War on Raccoons,
Burn the night under garbage-moon.
Leftover, recycling and rabies —
Cute little killers with no remorse
Venomous Sin Declares War on Raccoons,
Now go to hell you fucking cartoon,
Rabies in the roses…
Garbage in the grave…
Leftovers forever — raccoons will never be saved.