CRANK IT UP YOU FUCKING WHORES
Gone for good is what I'm getting
Death to me's a new direction
But I want to make myself just suffer
'Cause shit is all there is
Wishing crazy to me through the slumber
Slouching closely to restricted thunder
Crashed through motionless it becomes laughter
So crank it up you fucking whores
Let's talk about it
The seascape melts into a laughing flower
Slathered by gynecologic power
Flowing gushing forth like arms of plunder
And tripping balls just like the savior
Crank it up you fucking whores