Texty: Volcanoless in Canada. Lithic.

Infected.
Disconnected.

Its just what Ill do
Ill just keep spitting out these tunes
until everybody loves me
and loves to sing the things inside of me
Like:
Im SURE shes more than just a really great fuck!
and I wish you the best of luck
with all the whores and sores
and coked out bathroom floors.

Run away to your medicine.
Feel it all sliding down.
Running away with your chance to say:

I NEVER thought you would stab
by lying her on your bed..

you pretender