the parasites are excited when you're dead eyes bulging, entering your head. and all your thoughts, they rot. god and satan they gamble when you're dead beams of light, one sprite, the other's bourbon instead and all your thoughts, they rot. it was hot and time was stickin to my skin. we're all a punchline to a joke that they won't let us in on. and all your thoughts, they rot.
Written by: GARY RAYMOND BEAVIS, GLEN LENEY GIBSON, LUKE ROBERT T THOMAS, NATHAN ANDREW THOMAS
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