You put your mouth round s** it down Do it again The hunger gnaws The minutes crawl Each ventrical stalls And calls you to fill Its driest of voids Clean, chasmic annoyance Pulling and culling Your senses are drilled The black marrow trips You're nothing but twitch And wish you could stitch Yourself into stone Surrounded and tucked Your soul stripped and s**ed This sh** out of luck Overcrowded, alone I'll wrap myself around it Crush it till it swallows me...