You are the sun that I set
I am transparent to that
Pretty things accompany this luxury of self worship
I only have mys
elf to blame
Don’t take all of this money away
There will be no eulogy to praise your name
Drain your veins
Your design, plastic guise
The hellbound heart fills your mouth with dirt
Rip the skin from the inside out
Pick the scabs from your bleeding
mouth
The stench of your rancid crotch will ****ing make you ill
Love is a lie, Filth is eternal
