I saw the way you winked at me feather lashes and mandrill teeth the paper cunts that I left for you heavy TVs and blinking glue
Asthmatic howls from lycanthropes hairlips sewn from my ghost notes I hitched a ride in a primer czar from a headless torso in a topless bar
Come on now
Clawing out the pick of sinners lean into the stockades and take a picture
I set the traps where ankles fold assuming I can take control to spit a cancer and watch it bleed the cat morgues have all planted seeds
They try and pull my stinger off but this radiation just makes me cough your excrement is nourishment not even faith can rid you of your devils
I've got the heels of an overbite the earth is flat when your day is night all of a sudden they bleach your skin dumping from the Vincent Thomas bridge
The case ain't settled, this place ain't fit has the donor started asking questions yet