Rotting virgins turn into clay beneath the feet of self-indulgence.
Tension never knew me like this before.
The consequence is devastation at it's best.
I am dragging my heart through the wars of my ancestors.
Vegetables are melting in my mouth like chocolates.
Why do they taste like s**t?
Follow the root into the ground and you'll find the bottomless pit.
It's kind of like kissing death on the cheek.
It's hot as hell but the gesture is oh so sweet.
Limbs are flailing aimlessly, as they should be.
Abrupt happenings turn into violent atrocities.
I am the co-founder of a happy home.
Oh wait, we sold that idea about a year ago.
Lick up the wreckage.
Tastes like heavy soil.
Oh here it goes again,
wrap negligence in foil.
