Hellfire Tourist
By Frank Peter Hermsen

Doggie´s blood allover my shirt

Eternety perished down in the dirt

Helplessness calling a voice on a wire

Drinking the words of a thousand liars

Burning the bridges in front of me

Boiling the zones in that we could be

Living through daylight like blood drops through love

Digging the ground to check what´s above

The land is drowning

The sea is on fire

Towns lie in ruins

Hell´s my desire

Bombs over Paradise

Heaven in dust

I´m the hellfire tourist

And in fire I trust

The smile I see is made just for me

But the cry I die doesn´t let me see

The beauty of coldness the taste of embrace

The dieing member of an ancient race

I can´t stand those faces on the highnoon bus

Trapped in embraces no place left for us

I penetrate myself doggie style

And I do like the smell for just a while

Sun is drowning

The moon is on fire

The earth lies in ruins

Hell´s my desire

Bombs over paradise

Heaven in dust

I´m the hellfire tourist

And in fire I trust