Look at you with slimmer lines. Dirty toes un-showered. Unholy sight the state of you. And every sign that you're wired again. . Just look at you in the trolley line.
Never as a child. Would you give this time of day. You would take it from the shadows. And you give it another name. . But now it's all that's left. .
Seen it spit it out. Out of all control. Nothing call things calls out. Spit it out, spit it out. Spit till all she die. When the world shut up. When the ???.