sitting upon the shore
the waves crash and echo inside
i'll play the game
in hopes to end this charade
he rose up from a toilet
bearing gifts and bleeding
fetus on the beat
red as it can be
rhythmically
I saw my problems and I'll see the light
We
I fell in love with a blue faced girl as
projecting the movie on satin eyelids
the credits fade into
Pogo happy clown molester
Paints his face to disguise the
Draw me a bloodbath o' sweet rapist eyes,
As all the
radio's a public toilet
a funeral for a friend
wash
little green men follow us from town to town
speaking
You are a worm in a dog's heart
A newborn