I will find the joint in your armor
And break your arm
Before I forget what you said in ‘02
Or three
Your bones will be fragments I choke on until the day I die
And your blood tastes so sweet to me
🦂
I will find the joint in your armor
And break your arm
Before I forget what you said in ‘02
Or three
Your bones will be fragments I choke on until the day I die
And your blood tastes so sweet to me
🦂
Caller: I am eight
That will short-circuit the world
Like a key in a lock
But we lost it
A key is in a jacket pocket
Of a coat donated long ago
And the lock mocks it
That will short-circuit the world
Like a key in a lock
But we lost it
A key is in a jacket pocket
Of a coat donated long ago
And the lock mocks it
His last episode will be tomorrow.
For you to be consumed
For you to be consumed
All over the library.
“Shhhhh!” say the crone,
Throw me a bone, fuck “it”
🎈
All over the library.
“Shhhhh!” say the crone,
Throw me a bone, fuck “it”
🎈
My time is money and you just cost me one thousand dollars
I’m going to need to go to the ER and I will never, ever be able to pay this off
So just don’t be late
Or else I will bleed all over brunch
Like, never in my life
YOLO
Do not be late, bi
My time is money and you just cost me one thousand dollars
I’m going to need to go to the ER and I will never, ever be able to pay this off
So just don’t be late
Or else I will bleed all over brunch
Like, never in my life
YOLO
Do not be late, bi
Even if he could annihilate the planet with the football
I don’t fear death or anything
I fear a life filled with suffering
Fools
I’m in constant pain
We all are, and it just expresses itself in different ways
I hate pain be it physical or psychological
Some slur
Even if he could annihilate the planet with the football
I don’t fear death or anything
I fear a life filled with suffering
Fools
I’m in constant pain
We all are, and it just expresses itself in different ways
I hate pain be it physical or psychological
Some slur
Sour-patch kids twizzling my whatchamacallits.
You’re welcome, and good and plenty.
I will my crash into a mattress.
Tomorrow I will rise and shine with pink Red Bull Tito’s vodka.yw
Sour-patch kids twizzling my whatchamacallits.
You’re welcome, and good and plenty.
I will my crash into a mattress.
Tomorrow I will rise and shine with pink Red Bull Tito’s vodka.yw