I get off on being indifferent,
I moan when I am mean,
I groan when you are happy,
So I’ll bury you at sea.
Your tears will taste like soda,
Your blood will be so sweet,
Your soul will taste disgusting,
So I’ll drain it down the sink.
Our bodies used to mingle,
Our emotions used to meet,
Our spirits used to fly,
Before we finally faced defeat.
They always used to warn me,
You told me not to see,
I used to fucking try it,
Before I killed you in the street.
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