3 acessos
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