turning the knife buried in your stomach
i woke up alive, black with stain
glistening & new, the sunset;s coming
fingerpaintings of the insane

come on & sterilize me
kneel down & idolize me
suck me
fuck me
resurrect me
rut me
cut me & infect me
slice me
dice me
i want to die screaming

bleed me feed me & inject me
feel me
kill me
then dissect me

greasy smoke billows into the sky
cockroach dreams, the human dust of pain
twitching, screaming, hide your razor face
fingerpaintings of the insane.

music: the beatles; michelle
mood: uh, morbid. chyeah.