you never a-know what you a-hurt, my eyes hurt and i can't take them off you, your face, known face to the feds, open like gonorrhea and twice as itchy, scratchy pear mouth all damp and shit, costello from the bank added that "we're all in the cloud now", thanks guy like i could a-care
the dystopian ridicules me daily, you don't need to remind me motherfucker