Display To Me

Napalm Death

Domesticate me

Into your ideal creation

Fondle me

When in need of attention



Brutalise me

As a target for your aggression



Inject me

With your putrid diseases

Stretch my senses

Beyond the peak of insanity



Why practice methods of prevention

When I can pay for your hideous mistakes?



Blind me

With cosmetic filth

To form the mask that hides your guilt

Insecure, uncaring clowns

Your dolled-eyes don't see

The suffering I've prolonged

For your wretched vanity



Chew on my flesh

With perverted lust

Display to me

The depths of your compassion



As you excrete

My digested corpse

Into the shit-pan

My place of rest.