Putrid Freakmeat

Eat shit

Shitless horsefuck

Stiff corpse of a small doggy
Floating in the water
Used to be so yappy
Watching the flesh grow rotter
Where am I to check my conscious?
I needa bleed
My body floods with fragrance
Used to be happy, oh no

Something's itching

Burn me
Severed in the shack
Break me like yr mothers back
Hate

What the fuck have I done?

What have I done?
Swallow yr spit, suspect
Hollow, I regret
Glad to see you go



Credits
Writer(s): Charles Asklof, Everett Bovine, Oliver Booth, Walter Swanson
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