I beg for some leg
I will cry amongst the dregs
I've seen the naked queen
I will comply with the unclean
And don't get your ass all caught up on
The lengths they will go to crawl through the sieve
I was planning a run
I was planning to notice
Now she's dead
Trumpets weep, babies sleep
In perfect skies, on refuse heaps
If I combust, slake the bloodlust
I'll get you high, plenty flossed
But don't get your ass all caught up on
The lengths they will go to hurt and deceive
I was planning a run
I was planning to notice
Now she's dead
And I want you to kill my mind
And I...
