Evil Mothers Geek
my addictions are more bizarre by far than digging holes in my arms my
weirdness goes beyond skin deep i'm a freak i'm a geek i bite the beak i
bore a hole in my skull cap to let the bad spirits out but tainted meat
shall always reek i'm a freak i'm a geek i bite the beak. they hose the
blood out of my pit while you squirm tight i am waiting for the feathers and
bone i'm the head chompin' hero of the west white virgin white always showed
the best in the darkest light of the darkest pit jaws over neck snapping
vampire quick. what you seek look underneath take out the freak you still
have me i'm exposed your unkind i am you in someone else's mind. with a
champagne approach to the blood screaming secrets profusely bulge exposing
exploding veins carcass carnival shrapnel f..ck god bless the maggots in
deformities chapel two headed vows and six legged sleep twist the heads
spinning weak stomach taxidermy i caringly tear the throats of choirboys in
their dreams of swimming siamese children in formaldihiding holy shit i'm
slave to the pit and king of the biting. broken body doormat swinger the
people are gone but the tast is still lingers i'm a performer but i'm not a
singer i've got rotted teeth and chewed off fingers a charred extremity
human oddity who justifies your normality the difference 'tween you and me
i'm mutilated enough to make money
