Sweet sickness beckons and against better
Impulse, I jump inside
Where the bones grind against each other
A clear yellow light just out of reach
Gesturing, follow me, come
I float down

**** me, I beg of endings
Everything is sweeter with a sour tongue
It's worse that rot, more obtuse
And revolting than ***
I beg of my body and I beg of your mind
Sweetness, please, just sugar