The Chair

I'm looking down the hole you're looking up at me you're cold and
tired that is easy to see lower a rope to you a bucket on the
line your membrane will be soft
and smooth and your heart will be mine
it rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again.
Yes precious it gets the hose
The look inside your eyes drives me out of control evil convictions
of my favorite casserole and if I eat your heart I'll also bite
your soul and when I'm done with that I'll use your skull as a bowl.
It's puts the lotion in the basket
The night is very cold I'm feeling kind of weak I think I'll make my
self a cap from your right buttocks cheek
and then I will go walking with my little dog.
and then I'll bury you underneath a log



Credits
Writer(s): James Curd, Mark Share
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