All the working
All the grass stains
Remind me your lack
Has provided me with something to focus on.
All the shit stains
All the worst ways
Tends to stay with you
When you don’t take care of yourself when you fall away.
Painfully you have devoted yourself to my death
And I too will celebrate what you anticipate.
Turn your back on my disease
Bend over for my release
I will fuck all the sickness away
And burn the constructs of my family.
The culture of whoredom can only last as long as it fits on the cover of our trendy magazines.
