goatman

and I was filling up with utter regret,

should I have shown you that poster at the back of my bed?

It filled you with envy to the brim of your head.

 

So I hole-punched a hole in your cranium and inside was a planet

so stable and I was feeling so jealous, sorta creepy

I stuck in a straw, so sneaky and on the count of three,

after consulting myself and me, I sucked your whole soul out

I made your body breathe cigarette holes of doubt;

consider your body empty, consider your planet useless

you are the new Pluto and I am Earth.

 

I watched you degrade and degrade until you’re first grade

and then state of your state is absolutely insane,

and you’re not keeping up with the weather 

not the sun nor rain

you’re falling to pieces and can barely hold your brain

like a lead weight, and there’s dead hate

boiled up inside me that you will appreciate:

I took your body and made it empty

I took your soul and sold it for twenty

I took your heart and ran over it with a Bentley

because you deserve something strong to destroy you, baby.