2007 again. Some of it fits the here and now, I think.
I called her sweet number
To form a disease from down under
A cure for my fierce jubilee
These pills won’t come for free
Do you like these iron fists
In your mouth when I’m pissed
Lightning will take our heads
When we run from the feds
Your skull is going to fall out
So tell me what this is about
There’s a beast in your face
Tearing you apart in place
Intestines like rain drops
And the beeping finally stops
Catching her with some stud
This phone call’s all covered in blood
Piano keys and dying trees.
Guitar strings for wedding rings.
Your face is much prettier
Fleshless without exterior
Can you hear the birds scream
For the lucid chainsaw dream
From poverty to tax on property
Your heart’s on fish hooks probably
Eaten away by bloodthirsty rats and mice
I’ll tear away the vice president’s vice
A leather whip taken to an attorney
You’ll find your bones on this journey
Through solace and infinite destruction
I’m bonding with a lost connection
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