Feel like TV static, bathe in algae
Taking shots of bleach so I can have purity
Don't you know that I am lined with red velvet?
We know we're getting stale like the cake in the fridge
We grew up in wombs that felt like lava lamps
But remember I am full of wasps
Are you gonna kill the flowers?
I've only got an hour
And don't blame me for not being full of honey bees
This is a velvet cake stomach ache
You can break my bones with stones if you give me a ride home
Mother Mary, my skin matches your son's
Eclipse my abyss, you'll never feel like this
And when I was a kid
The sun and moon divorced
And once again you're shoving glass down my throat
You killed the flowers
I've got half an hour
And don't blame me for not being full of honey bees
This is the worst velvet cake stomach ache
