Enema Nosebleed

Like the flowers bloom
Our diamonds shine like the midday sun
I roam the streets of evening New York
Looking for a little dancing and fun

Like a new knitted sweater, nothing could be better
Than dancing the swing with you
But I must decline
Because of the enema nosebleed running down my shoe

Blood on my shoe
Blood on my shoe
Blood on my shoe
Blood on my shoe

Intestinal bleeding, defecation of vital liquids
Nose pours crimson down upon the colonoscopy tubes
No
Gastronomical disaster, stomach contents spew through nostrils
Foul fucking wreck, dying covered in bile

Sinuses moist with blood
Moist
Blood, yummy yummy, blood
Makes me feel so good when I'm dancing in it
Take a sip and bite your lip
Drink it all up until you're out of veins



Credits
Writer(s): Nightmare Lyre
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