Aaazhyd! It creeps and I fall and I’m peeled from the lips to the hips and
My inside’s outside. Hide me in your bed God. You can spread me on your
Bread, God. Or throw me in the cell… You call it «Hell», I call it warm!
A fizz. Apokacidilipsmakk. I crack. I crawl. (So get those fucking
Horsemen off my lawn!).
