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I’d like to maul your fucking face.
Then crush your skull to dog buffet.
I’ll take the food right out of your mouth.
Then suck your bones and spit them out.
Claw you clean from throat to tail,
Expose entrails of your betrayal.
I’m an animal. I don’t belong in your house.
(I kill you. I kill you. I kill you. I kill you.)
Let me out.
Life kills:
I stuffed, mounted, and took some stills.
You’re just some meat
and one day’s fuel.
Life kills.
Can change the face but not this pill.
It’s you or me
and both eventual.
Burn the sea and light the sky.
The reign stops now. Your bloodline’s dry.
I’ll abort ten thousand of your babies.
You will never occupy me.
I’ll shove rusty hangers deep inside.
I’ll kill me so your future dies.
Enter your body like war.
(I kill you. I kill you. I kill you. I kill you.)
It’s what it’s all for.
Life kills:
I stuffed, mounted, and took some stills.
You’re just some meat
and one day’s fuel.
Life kills.
Can change the face but not this pill.
It’s you or me
and both eventual.
All the blood runs in circles ’til you’re all the way gone.
All the blood runs in circles ’til you’re all the way gone.
All the blood runs in circles ’til we’re all the way gone.
All the blood runs in circles ’til we’re all the way gone.
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Opened your mouth.
Removed all doubt.
Retched your brain out.
Ooh. Ah. Ooh Ah.
Spill your guts. It’s
my GPS
to your home address.
Ooh. Ah. Ooh. Ah.
You’re just a cup
that I fill up.
And then sew shut the
fuck up.
Chin up.
You’re cut.
You a-
gree finally with me.
Your mouth’s gonna get you in
all kinds of trouble.
Moan, shout. It won’t help you and
(will) just make it double.
Your mouth’s an intoxigen
strawberry bubble.
Your mouth’s gonna get you in all kinds of trouble.
Bold door matte lip
overdrawn with
Plump it up stick
Ooh. Ah. Ooh. Ah
Spit shine, thick gloss
Facial labia
fat from hittin’ ya.
Ooh. Ah. Ooh. Ah.
Your slick lick
is obscene and sick.
So, I’ll cover it and
your nose
choke hold
You’ve no
Control over me.
Your mouth’s gonna get you in
all kinds of trouble.
Moan, shout. It won’t help you and
(will) just make it double.
Your mouth’s an intoxigen
strawberry bubble.
Your mouth is going to get you in all kinds of trouble.
Fingers in mouths. Mouths are fingers.
I wouldn’t say this publicly…but…
Your mouth’s gonna get you in
all kinds of trouble.
Moan, shout. It won’t help you and
(will) just make it double.
Your mouth’s an intoxinagen
strawberry bubble.
Your mouth’s gonna get you in all kinds of trouble.
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Sara Get the Baby
04:12
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JUST WANT TO TAKE ONE SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL BEFORE I GO.
YOUR HAND, YOUR EAR,
EVERYTHING YOU HOLD, DEAR.
JUST WANT TO MAKE YOU SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL BEFORE I GO.
ARRANGE YOUR PARTS LIKE ART AND BETTER THAN YOU WERE BEFORE.
SUE VENEER…JUST ANOTHER
SOUVENIR…TO REMEMBER:
SIOUX
JUST WANT TO KEEP YOU SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL BEFORE YOU GO:
WRAPPED IN A PLASTIC COAT INSIDE A TREASURE SAFE ICED COLD.SUE VENEER…I’LL MAKE YOU FAMOUS. SOUVENIR…AND NOT JUST FACELESS: SIOUX
JUST WANT TO GIVE YOU SOMETHING
BEAUTIFUL BEFORE I GO:
A FAB GRAND FINALE, AND NOT OLD AGE HOME BANAL DECAY.
BEAUTIFUL BEFORE I, BEAUTIFUL BEFORE I, BEAUTIFUL BEFORE I GO, BEFORE I GO, BEFORE I GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO.
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Anonymouse
04:05
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Kristeen Young New York, New York
Dissonant piano bashing, operatic vocals, serrated lyrics, no-genre, no label, no agent, no manager, completely DIY
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