Shaved Bears

Look in this face of anger, it´s full of death.
With carnivorous eyes it is taking your last breath.
And you still feel the pain inside, with foam at the mouth.
A dry and hacking cough like a catastrophic drought.
Fourty-two nasty teeth come straight from its sustained jaws.
You want it pure? You´ll get it with the claws.
No cozy coat, no chance to live, no mercy for your soul.
You better start to run when it gets out of control.

Dead and alive. Run to survive.
It will never surrender. Caught in the act. It´s here to rive.
Waiting for more flesh from your core.
Its affectations are your body parts and it wants more.

You call it mental illness? Call it personality.
No time to beg, so better start to bear your misery.
With that unbearable agony, that enormous clout.
You hear a growling sound when it turns you inside out.
The blood begins to spread, it comes faster ´cause you´re stressed.
You want it pure? Save the best for last.
The chewing sounds from all around, you hear it while it struts.
You realize you´re still alive when it eats your guts.

Dead and alive. Run to survive.
It will never surrender. Caught in the act. It´s here to rive.
Waiting for more flesh from your core.
Its affectations are your body parts and it wants more.

(Solo Matthes)
(Solo Jan)

Look in this face of anger, it´s full of death.
With carnivorous eyes it is taking your last breath.
And you still feel the pain inside, with foam at the mouth.
A dry and hacking cough like a catastrophic drought.

Look in this face of anger, it´s full of death.
With carnivorous eyes it is taking your last breath.
And you still feel the pain inside, with foam at the mouth.
A dry and hacking cough like a catastrophic drought.

Shaved bears for all!