January 2010
Here’s my genius plan
To make superior man
Anatomically built
This half corpse can’t guilt
Say goodbye
To your incest eyes
Blue blood
Say why shattered glass
Makes shattered ribs
Never heard when it’s time to guilt
Until the bottom of winter blues
You’re my teacup passing by
Doctor dead
And his kids
Oh, how awful it was today
The sounds of screaming
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