will there be enough water?

you'll love my jelly belly
i'll still smell your dying hair
peeling paint off the walls
i sometimes feel faint
and then you carry my cain to me.

the old folks home smells like death to us.
so we still do meth in the forest, come on with us.

perp

fuck lazarus, i'll raise my own friends
from the skin of your babies on the mend.
we'll eat their hair, chew them bare.
sorry momma, your child didn't give a care.