Corinthian parasites Devouring all that was typecast That hinge it bears a safety burn Her grimace shorn of light
I came here to bathe in your ash To pick apart your filthy heart beaten to the left The sleepy wheels rolled 6am So early in the morning When it gagged on stucco boils plagued beneath vast kilowatts Taken piss breaks out of clues, gaping foul
Nothing towards the night gown stains When sustenance is your sulking mask
I won't get Tourette's if you don't get Tourette's I won't get Tourette's if you don't get to rest
I haven't heard a groan like that Since jailbait bars came blessed with rugs I'll wrap this lightpost round your devoted staff
I haven't heard a groan like that Since jailbait bars came blessed with rugs Came their sighs of twisting cables