THING(s) OF THE WHENEVER-THE-[yay]-I-FEEL-LIKE-IT!
|Across your face I see what you are. You wanna kill the sun, and blot out the stars. I know you; you're nothing. You're so small. You're f[yay!]kin' nothing. Nothing at all. The sun burns on. It reminds me of you. The slit wrists of the sky, bleeding into the blue. We twist beneath forever. Do you know what you've done? Ants in the afterbirth. Slugs under the sun. Yeah. I could not wake the dead man dreaming. Acid body murder at the late show. Mutate me and breed yourselves a savior. I could not kill the dead man screaming. Eat my dead c[yay!]k. Oh, yeah. Eat my dead c[yay!]k. Oh, yeah. I have fallen deep in love with the sky. Fragments of a sunbeam glaring on the kitchen knife. Leaves will fall as everything must follow. Kill your idol, come on, jump into the void. Eat my cold s[yay!]t. Everybody whispers where birds fall dead. I smell a yellow sickness churning inside your head. Wiping flecks of foam; twisting with rabies. Bloody we run through fields of dead daisies. How can I ever make you know what you've done? Ants in the afterbirth. Slugs under the sun. I have fallen in love with the sky. Fragments of a sunbeam glaring on the kitchen knife.<i>|