A force which rips right through the air Enough to crack your thickened skull Cathartic as the steaming meat Is perforated by 30 nailguns
I guess only the ants can validate your existence
Send your way a thousand car wrecks Burning hands strapped in the drill press Let this dumpstered life dissolve in the sewage
You might have been worth more had I scraped you off my shoe Piss-stained existence, day by fucking day
Your nauseating presence, never felt again Refreshing is the absence of your vermin self Vermin!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
