Face like an Italian Rose
Shriveled from chin to nose
Shoeless, pantless, speachless
Out the window he goes
Dreams drifting out his eyes
Comin' down to primal cries
The leaves fall like
Each family member as they die
Lies, ride his soul without abandon
'n every thought traced back is random
Chasms and gaps beckon him
But, with shakey grip, he can't span them
Oh deary me
Hades parasol blocks eyes from above
And his hands are all sticky
From blood under the glove
Walk recklessly
The feasts will invite you home soon
Feast on the maggots and skin
Of the 10something lives you doomed
Yea blame it on the needle pricks
You built these lies like that divine carpenter
The squint in your eyes reveals.
You nasty little harbinger.
Oh the world's a lime twist?
Your only world is the scrap heap
The window's on its hinges
You're 7ft tall, standing 6ft deep.
We can see your complexion.
All the smug socials can
Stickin' out the dirt like a worm
Holding a crushed pesticide can.
That's how you did it?
Poison thoughts carried through with poison
Turned up the sonograph real loud
To white out the noise an'
sprayed the pesticide
You were bugging out on drugs
Silly little man
Look at the rusty crevace you dug
thwarted the grand marshall
of the house, and then the widow
Flushed the babie's head in the toilet
Killed 'lil bro with the pillow
Oh, the window looked appealing
Throw the sheet out the window..
Your feet can draw a runaway trace
You'll get swallowed by the sin though
Wait a sec, how stupid of me
That plan won't work,
I need a better way to kill my family.
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