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