Heīs running on a tuff gnarl in his head
heīs got a fatal erection home in bed
heīs really smart and heīs really fast
heīs got a hard tit killer fuck in his past
saints preserve us in hot young stuff
the saving grace is a sonic pig pile
amazing grazing strange and raging
flies are flaring through your brains
spastic flailing literally raising my roof
an adrenal mental man-tool box explodes in music creates utopia
you gnarl out on my nerves you weird and crush the cranking raunch
flesh dirt forcefield lost and found letīs burn your broken heart
set our sight on sights not yet set letīs scorch your wavo wig
letīs poke your eyes out
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