I don’t know what i wantSo many thoughtsFocus on oneLet it runSo many thingsdingThe microwave is hotI think I cooked a robotNo it wasn’t that
It was satans messenger batHe said dinner is doneCome eat the nunsWe got them allShort, fat, skinny, tallHark the harold angels singTra lalalala la la la dingIn comes the messenger batWith and important message thatBreakfast is neaterIt’s a baptist preacherDon’t forget to chomp on thse spanish monkseat htem alivehear them crypray to gotoh, i forgothe ain’t realso why do you kneelshould this taste be gone?should i still taste alluminum?it’s going to last foreverwhatever is clevercuz i dont give a fucklets go pluck a duck i have no cleabout what i am to doi have no happinessjust a lot of distressbut like i saidlets go fuck the dead