Tie a toe tag to my sketchbook
Put the sketches to rest
Walk the plank into my heart, love
Give me one final request
Let me see your trophy-eyed bubbles
Gonna take it all in
As I'm leaning off the edge
Let me in your backdoor light
Near the world,
Monero and Pyrite Let the avenue in
To the vastness of our brains Double-fisted and spit-shown and soft
You've been curled up in your ball-balls You've got balls,
use them
Me, I just want some love Play my triple crown
V is in vendetta I will win them back someday I will shoot
you with your own red roses Now won't that sting like a bee?
I know the gods have
Planned a fate I can't escape
But if I'm going overboard,
well May as well let you into my collection
Lean my chest over my sketchbook
Put the breast to the vest
The barely breathing palimpsest Well,
you've sold me
The glory and the gory
Died for it
Prime Torteo