It's the sadist teeth in me, the fake ones I use to bite my own tongue and let the blood fill until it's ready to leak. Outfine every pair of parched f**ing lips and watch as they drink as I spit. I sold it straight from the bottle because the gla** is thick enough when d**h holds a quiet gold and simple tax gets lost in the dust. It's replaced by roaring murders and the decimate f**s. It's the sadist teeth in me, with a drive to be there for the hanging. It's the sadist teeth in me, rendered immobile under all the fresh wide graves
I've crept through your windows and I watched the cobwebs collect. I've looked on as your gardens flood and cement in your driveway cracked. It's the sadist teeth in me and honesty from the sh** like us is spoken like library screams. Still stacked on silent complete
It's the sadist teeth in me. It's the sadist in me. All abound, it's the sadist in me