- cifra
How do I feel for thee?
Your smile brings disease
'Cuz we’re young, fell in from the stars
When your skin is shed
Find a pile of your head
Now then, I’ll look so smart
Stove burns on my hand
Show them to my friends
Make you participate
Eyes roll back around
Limbs fall to the ground
Seasoned to procreate
The first to interfere
Are culled before the deer
When they wander into the cage
Stuff their arms and thighs
Then they roll their cardboard eyes
Their skin will never age
Stove burns on my hand
Show them to my friends
Make you participate
Eyes roll back around
Limbs fall to the ground
Seasoned to procreate
