Bubblegum - Pile

Stiff tongue press bubblegum against

Teeth ready to rot out

Sit on hands and give what-for's

To those who hope to drift outside

The orgy continued despite requests

To leave them alone to sit their hands on their own desks

I was the one that stepped on her face

Such beautiful skin as i clawed it away

Let’s use it again

Put a bucket under the drain

And the teeth are bent

And cracked against a tongue that won’t calm down

Any way that we could get

A liter of blood on the cuff

I spent everything i know

On killing my children for precious convenience

I saw the arson sleeping in a dry nest

I saw fire more and i hoped for it less

Well just as a standby every one does their best

I dream of its death and i hope for its rest