The chicken falling apart filling the belly
A second bite brings bones crunching
The car's engine mimics the lions roar before the film
Car's throat is cut at the glow of red
Kiss tastes like an unknown fruit, the right amount of juice and sugar
Lips part quickly leaving past days lunch on the tongue
Bubbles leave the **** whiskey filled sour rushing to your head
Fire rains down from the mouth to the toilet, bodies revolution
Coercion of hatred with the coworker behind the water cooler
Eyes point in the direction, shot from behind the water cooler
Heart pounds to the beat, you can do anything
Screeching grinds the bones of the ear
Baby boy, hair of Justin Beiber and a Mother Theresa's smile
Odd hairs fight for breath and the head, the plugs pulled from the machine and the surrounding eyes