Below, please find the album art. Yes, it's a near-naked whore straddling a giant pistol. Don't you fucking judge her.
Below that, the lyrical impression forged.
Mysogynist, misanthrope, miscreant...
I blame no one.
Instead, I credit L.A. GUNS.
MALARIA
Somewhere from another time
Asiatic death
Yellow fever bodies writhe
Sugar on my breath
Is this the final curtain
I don't believe what's happening
She hides behind a veil of tears
Plays upon my darkest fears yeah
She's Malaria
Swamp fever
Water black as mud
Strength fading
Demon hold
Hungry for my blood
So desperately I cling to life
Pain I know I must survive
Entity
I see the eyes I can't forget
Caught between this world and the next
Misery
She's Malaria