I've got a sick tooth
And you know outside
It's rotten
Just like you inside
Decaying in my coffin
Right before I spit
Her glitter clit tip
Drips her rainbow finger lips
Rips down the curtains
Locks them in the womb
Slips your head inside
A neck for two
Hang on to your bi polar ties
Forced to smile like you
Can I?
Wash myself
Bloody wine bodies clean themselves
I am the trust fund baby
Stone me to death
You don't have to
Piss on your daydreams
And I don't have to dance
