There's a special kinda hell
That's being built for you
Every brick
It is built on sick
And suckerd into bile
I can't pull you out
You're holding on with a smile
The grim puddle swallows us all
A churning yet gentle draw
I've tasted so much yellow foam
Snotted, slobbered, begged & moaned.
But nothing more now sits within
Only a boaking rancid thing
You sit in the front room and we grin
The kettles on the Turnocks are in
But the offering is oversweet
It tastes like nausea
And smells like feet
A candy-covered slimy gack
If I swallow another drop
I won't get back
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 2:36 PM UTC
There's a special kinda hell
That's being built for you
Every brick
It is built on sick
And suckerd into bile
I can't pull you out
You're holding on with a smile
The grim puddle swallows us all
A churning yet gentle draw
I've tasted so much yellow foam
Snotted, slobbered, begged & moaned.
But nothing more now sits within
Only a boaking rancid thing
You sit in the front room and we grin
The kettles on the Turnocks are in
But the offering is oversweet
It tastes like nausea
And smells like feet
A candy-covered slimy gack
If I swallow another drop
I won't get back
