Gristle

Gaza

They used you to clean up tears after a thrice show.
 Fucking belt buckles everywhere.
 Never digesting anything is a hell of a diet plan.
 Here come the suit-bitches.
 I watched them hollow out horses... Run.
 They gored me once with a diverse portfolio.
 Put a dollar in the box.
 It's across for show and down to go.
 I'm going to throw gristle at my guts.
 It's like the sink of finding a lump.
 I've got your black plague right here.
 How long before the pain-junkies storm the gates?
 God. It danced on us like black lung before our hearts gave out.
 Put a dollar in the box.
 It grew on us. It grew up like a sister.
 While every time, celebrating your neck.
 It's across for show and down to go.
 Pray its malignant. Prey its malignant.