FOR MUSIC
I will tear you down and feed you to my plants they are loosened by star dust in the morning light too bright too bright too bright, continuous breathing HALT continuous thought WROUGHT (rot) no pause for room or time or groom THUS I am **** I can STING the KING with RRRUUUUSSST! quiet quiet quiet quiet LA LA LA LA LA and then a boom crash split my ear and my fear goes away and my mind goes astray as I fall into a pit with all of the other zombies trying to climb to breath in the sun (sounds so fun) I am just another, I am just another.  And my rhymes evil stench is a gas choking your (self) and throat of course but also the sight and other various unheard of senses like...