CRANK IT UP YOU FUCKING WHORES

Gone for good is what I'm getting

Death to me's a new direction

But I want to make myself just suffer

'Cause shit is all there is

Wishing crazy to me through the slumber

Slouching closely to restricted thunder

Crashed through motionless it becomes laughter

So crank it up you fucking whores

Let's talk about it

The seascape melts into a laughing flower

Slathered by gynecologic power

Flowing gushing forth like arms of plunder

And tripping balls just like the savior

Crank it up you fucking whores