My guts are stuck in the tree
Milkman comes for the rescue
His axe is covered in bloody gore
I see bigsized flies in his fisheyes

Milk
Man
Hanging in the big tree
Blood
Death
Grave

Milk
Man
Death is near for him yeah
Blood
Death
Grave

He is climbing with his mouldy milk
His hair is undercut and full of blood
The axe of milk and my guts is now united
The maggots are crawling in my vomit

Milk
Man
Hanging in the big tree
Blood
Death
Grave

Milk
Man
Death is near for him yeah
Blood
Death
Grave

Ordinary milk is not the future
The future is milk of satan's filth
Soon the darkness will come
And death will live forever