Stiff tongue press bubblegum against Teeth ready to rot out Sit on hands and give what-for's To those who hope to drift outside The orgy continued despite requests To leave them alone to sit their hands on their own desks I was the one that stepped on her face Such beautiful skin as i clawed it away Let's use it again Put a bucket under the drain And the teeth are bent And cracked again a tongue that won't calm down Any way that we could get A liter of blood on the cuff I spent everything i know On killing my children for precious convenience I saw the arson sleeping in a dry nest I saw fire more and I hoped for it less Well just as a standby every one does their best I dream of its death and I hope for its rest