Roaches crawl underneath my skin,
I peel it back to see within,
Blackened organs, dripping with rot,
Barbed wire lungs, and a heart made of rock.
Stomach full of acid, climbing up my throat
Hear it sizzle in my mouth, as I start to choke.
Intestines full of waste, great reflection of the bin
Where it's all held in, saved for later to be tasted.

**** moves "north" when you're hanging upside down,
A smile from a frown, you'll never be satiated,
Have some bran, and wear your crown,
Your porcelain throne is patiently waiting.
All hail the king, of the lonesome and the hating
Feed us please, excrete your propaganda
We'll believe, because we have no other agenda.
On our knees, ready to be bathed,
Wash our brains, in your venomous hate.

-SLuR