Our wallets have been taking shits
Isn’t that good enough?
I don’t care why its empty
I just want to fill it up
There’s pressure palming my temples
And it’s got me looking off-eyed
At my ears, finding symbols
For why I am bleeding from my
From my soulenis
From my soubutthole
Look at that zenith
Reaching the sky
Becoming a temple
Wondering why
It was so simple
Smush… smuuuush that skull into those brains
So much triangulates of pain
Releasing stars
Like a big black hole
Forgot it’s in charge
And let its guts control
Let its guts control
Its guts control

Guts control the stars