Loathsome

Let the dead rot

Where they fall

You know sometimes I need a crutch

Just to crawl

So

Loathsome

So loathsome down inside

My heartstrings

They ain't yours to pull

Cops in latex gloves trying

To search my skull

So

Loathsome

So loathsome down inside

I feel

So loathsome

Down inside

Rancid junk-thought

Elephantitus of the mind

Rancid junk-thought

Elephantitus of the mind

This is my

Escape art

Exhibition

This is my

Escape art

Exhibition

Escape art

Exhibition

Escape art

Exhibition

And I'm never coming back