My Repulsive Song Idea
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
My organs turn to mush
My orifices bleed
And my brain's reduced to slush
My flesh peels off in sheets
And my skin begins to boil
My anus starts to dribble
A green, infected soil
You're a bad case of Ebola
You make me sick
You're a walking biohazard
A bubonic tick
You're a global epidemic
Of catastrophic scale
The mere sight of your person
Would make baby Jesus wail
Now my heart's contaminated
My life's begun to melt
My limbs have atrophied
And my soul's covered in welts
You're a virulent disease
You've made me sick
That first glance at your face
rotted off my dick
....
(more later)