Beauty in destruction
I'll eat soup made of toilet
then chew the porcelain
n' lay down then



papa's just gonna rest
his eyes son
just for a bit
and then we'll play



and forget birthdays
and put others first
and piss me off
and listen to music



ate a bag of sand
my voice got fed up
as you called it and
filled my already conquered cup



my teeth is growing algae
on the skin, nails grow inwards
fat layers peel and fall
when you're hungry eat it all



she's such a christian
for a dream and decay
placed a kiss on her back
and vodka on her face



we could make a coctail
of chocomel and lighter fluid
and dance around
until the party's ruined