Easter (In the Tombs)

Eat toothless trying to sleep, cavities cleansing life
Men are cold, they can't keep love
Hate mouth removing control, tattooed sheet vision
Men are cold

Vanity slaves
Put them in solitary stomachs
Poisoning their dreams
Taste city stages they are not standing hard
Now, the catheter would not have been put into the body
Twisted in a jar
Remember?

Eccentrics exist the next day
You can sharpen your knives in nausea kitchens
Decorative knives, decorative tongues starving dolls buy your husbands
Hands and save pillows
Lubricate neck to prevent dirt
Push for simplicity
Push for simplicity, holding a gun over your mouth
Sticking arms, open end up in doubt, in doubt
He knew the prostitute, watching his son drunk in the gutter
A living room can be dark, but an attic is evil
Dream breath in concept
You may have to eat them old
Boys thrust thick soft leather romantic silent
Shoulders are hard to remove
Shaved his entire body transformation
I want to pray for you and pregnancy
Blond boy you are absurd, he had no sex
Other's arms didn't seem necessary
He had no sex
Easter morning at the tombs
We need only truth
Hero to the father

All truth is parallel, all truth is parallel
All truth is untrue, all truth is parallel, untrue