SMOTCH - Terrorizer

A processing of a trauma

Coming from the depth of hate and disgrace about a human being transformed into a
terrorizer by mowing the lawn during an “over cared” childhood where even the parents
crawled into someone’s mind by singing, playing and even talking to the bastard.

Lawn
Death
Part of my memory
So unreal
So unreal
Lawnmower, Death

This will be a story, never have been told
Memory and glory, man I’m getting old
Here, you can see
This is part of my memory
This is part, part of my memory

A story, to unbelievable to believe

Sitting on your table
Concentrate yourself
Noises are swelling
You will start to hate

Voices are rising
Cannot stand the sound
Closing all the windows, Semmelkopf’s around

Lawnmower, killing
Lawnmower,Death
Lawnmower, killing
Terrorizer

Running round the house
Playing cat and mouse
Never stays in garden
Call the prison warden

Arrest the whole pack
Now I will attack
Conquer property
Now it’s time for tea (auf die breaks)

Mama
Play with me Lawnmower
Mama
Play with me Lawnmower, Death

Mama
Play with me Lawnmower
Mama
Play with me Lawnmower, Death

Voices are rising
Cannot stand the sound

Lawnmower, Death

Running around the house
Playing cat and mouse

Now you see
Your grass is green
Smoke your shit
Alone, alone
Smoke into
Your death, Your death

Now he rides the bike
Oh why don’t you hike
Mother just behind
Boy I’m getting blind

And his fathers’ voice
No it’s only noise
He quacks like a frog
Or an ugly dog

Lawnmower, killing
Lawnmower, death
Lawnmower, killing
Terrorizer
Terrorizer
Terrorizer