Mantis...

I will nibble and polish the tops of your minds,
(the tops of your minds...)
And leave your ripe melons as nothing but rinds,
(nothing but rinds...)
So when I have moved on and you've turned to dust,
(you've turned to dust...)
Now remorse is long lost, returned is the lust...
(lust is a must...)
There's no time to wallow,
In pools of disgust,
I want to feed on you...
To polish your trust.

I'm mixing together a new video to some shizz I mixed together. Hope it turns out sweeet.
I will share later...