There's not really a name for what we are Or how they devalued the flesh of our ugly prophet Third Reich Christian right why of teens having fun Nobody's baby breath I have Could you love me wrong like just until somebody better comes along She said she wants to be vacant, is that detected? You've relapsed back to a losing way, you're a lovely game everybody plays her How many moves should I erase? Just the aborted centuries and the superstitious ones are the best parts The body is quick to forgive where the spirit's only vengeful I've got such a hunger for the obvious (like his head was some look low like mine) And desire is arachnidian
I will video your liberation from the cycle of Samsara In my empire of negation there's no humbling nativity and I'm reading without one Though I don't breed them
Better rough me up stranger like I want to be a pregnant restaurant Up to celebrate your creepy black servant's long milk tits Seeping models of skinny moist paters at the Planned Parenthood cut from elderly cunts Where arobicus kiss the grain and the gloves is always changing
I am a Capricorn wearing a Bacchus Traveling around with my head full of the worst shit I've got such a hunger for the obvious (hunger for the obvious) Quite unlike this demonic radiation Of our ruins of public display (like his head was some look low like mine) I'm calling it the catastasis
There's still so many deaths it should really be a motivator But there are Valiums of that simply must unhinge me first Or forbid the pregnancy, and that's not happening
You were such a killer, wasted one You were such a killer You were such a killer, wasted one You were such a killer, million dollar hate