I saw the disease open up inside
I saw the 6th dimension’s ugly crooked eyes
If you take the six and turn it upside down
Now it’s a nine and we can finally drown
Fuck!
Drugs in the bed, sex with the dead, it was hot when she died, forget what she said
Cold and refined, blood is my wine, flesh is the best, a severed breast
Forget what I said, I’m fucked in the head, I shouldn’t be allowed to beg
For any time, for nickels and dimes, the drinking is making me violent
You’re getting bothered
What’s your problem?
Get me off this bus
They’ll have their way with us
A blunt object…
The cellar door, the basement floor, a rusty hacksaw, what is that for?
No sob stories, don’t tell it to me, I’ve got arms reserved to kill your family
You can give me all your dollar bills, I do this shit straight for the thrills
Extension Cord 17, This is truly what I believe is me
With the only garden tool that I could see, small and sharp-like, works perfectly to gouge the eyes, I won’t hear your cries
This is why I’m so content to watch you die, for the number nine
Dumb fucks, so dumb, get killed!
In fear we can’t begin to express this written piss
Its concentrated waste will prove we still exist
But I’m wired, I’m fucking gone
And by this time I’ve begun bleeding from the mind
And I relaxed because I’ve become accustomed
To the vile embryo
