stiff tongue press bubblegum against teeth ready to rot out sit on hands and give what-for’s to those who hope to drift outside the orgy continued despite requests to leave them alone to sit their hands on their own desks
i was the one that stepped on her face such beautiful skin as i clawed it away let’s use it again put a bucket under the drain
and the teeth are bent and cracked again a tongue that won’t calm down
any way that we could get a liter of blood on the cuff i spent everything i know on killing my children for precious convenience
i saw the arson sleeping in a dry nest i saw fire more and i hoped for it less well just as a standby every one does their best i dream of its death and i hope for its rest