I wish your mother breastfed you malice
Instead of dignity
So you wouldn’t be as healthy
When our 4heads meet
So I could drop my last bit of chaos
On your soda sweet teeth
Your perfect circles
Have an apple shaped sign
Maybe I throw your name up
When my depression declines
I want your body to be as sick as mine
If I was your dad
I would’ve made goddamn sure you become brat
With a classic beat called „Trouser Belt Dropdead“
So when you hear this sound
You’ll be remembered of your lowliness
Your perfect circles
Have an apple shaped sign
Maybe I throw your name up
When my depression declines
I want your body to be as sick as mine
Sometimes I wished you would catch my cold
But without the snot, without the choke
If you want to be Jesus I’ll lovingly be your Jude
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