Gator Flesh Wretch

Oh, why didn't I know
You was a gator flesh wretch?
I've thrown myself below
With the sorrow of your fettered ways, I wane
Your life, a bookshelf with a fucking stain

Ain't no need to trip, I'll just plead the fifth
No need to speak, he who receives the gift
Covered in soot from sitting closer to a flame
A dead Phoenix, a cold body thrown into a maze
I can smell the OxyCotin burning
See the city squirming
Underneath instead of folk, vermin
Giant machine to process the flesh perfect
Leave me on the street all torn up and shirtless
You're worthless

Oh, why didn't I know
You was a gator flesh wretch?
I've thrown myself below



Credits
Writer(s): Grease Rangers
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