Kitchen refuse!
A load of scraps and wasted food
Fermented liquids
That taste of sour milk and stew
A brew of spoiled ales
With odors seeping through
Embellished with a moldy
Garnish of some type of fruit
Scum
Scum, Fills My lungs
I inhale the slop
Scum, Fills my lungs
I will never stop
This methane haven
Forever bound in trash
Revolting taste you think
Humans love wasting scraps
Sinking in sewage
Choking on Fluids
We live to Suffer
We Bathe in Sulfur
Ingest this liquid
My frowns turns upside down
Steady consuming from sunrise to sundown
Call it a skill, Call it what you will
But in the meantime I'll be drowning in Swill
Ingest with quickness
I'm covered foot to crown
Gelatin thickness coats my throat as it slides down
Call it a skill, Call it what you will
But in the meantime I'll be drowning in Swill
Savor the Flavor
There won't be much later
I've crawled through the gutters
And sifted through dumpsters
If there's a heaven
I am nowhere near it, but this is much better
I'm drunker than ever
Scum, Fills My lungs
I inhale at will
Scum, Fills my lungs
I am Drowning in Swill
Scum, Fills My lungs
I inhale the slop
Scum, Fills my lungs
I will never stop