Gristle

They used you to clean up tears after a thrice show.

Fucking belt buckles everywhere.

Never digesting anything is a hell of a diet plan.

Here come the suit-bitches.

I watched them hollow out horses... Run.

They gored me once with a diverse portfolio.

Put a dollar in the box.

It's across for show and down to go.

I'm going to throw gristle at my guts.

It's like the sink of finding a lump.

I've got your black plague right here.

How long before the pain-junkies storm the gates?

God. It danced on us like black lung before our hearts gave out.

Put a dollar in the box.

It grew on us. It grew up like a sister.

While every time, celebrating your neck.

It's across for show and down to go.

Pray its malignant. Prey its malignant.