There's not really a name for we all
Have highly devoured the flesh of our ugly profit
Third right Christian right one of teen
Nobody's baby breath I have
Could you love me wrong like Justin does somebody better that comes along
She said she wants to be vacant, is that detected?
You've relapsed back to a losing way, you're a losing game everybody plays her
How many centuries should I erase? Just the aborted ones and the superstitious ones
The body is quick to forgive where the spirit's only revengeful
I've got such a hunger for the obvious (like his head was some look low like mine)
And desire is arachnidian
I will video your memoration from the site of some sorrow
In my empire of negation there's no humbling nativity and I'm breathing without one
Though I don't breath them
Better look me up stranger like I want to be a pregnant restaurant
Up to celebrate your creepy black servant's long milk tits
Seeping models of skinny moist paters at the Planned Parenthood cut from elderly cunts
Where arobicus kiss the grain and the gloves is always changing
I am a Capricorn wearing a Bacchus
Traveling around with my head full of the worst shit
I've got such a hunger for the obvious (hunger for the obvious)
Quite unlike this demonic radiation
Of our ruins of public display (like his head was some look low like mine)
I'm calling it the catastasis
There's still so many deaths clearly the motivator
But there are Valiums that'd really reverse this
Call it the pregnant sea, and that's not happening
You were such a killer, wasted one
You were such a killer
You were such a killer, wasted one
You were such a killer, million dollar hate
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