all the businessmen are putting pails beneath his wounds

[Snorkel]

and pawnin' the oil at the market

well, his heart ain't made o' nothin' but piss an' vinegar

and his boots have traveled more than you would know

and his breath split open the thermometer on the sill

it's so fucking cold here, since you let in the snow

black heart, leakin' oil in the pan

dealin' insults with his free hand in this hospital bed bleedin'

black heart, you shot the plan to hell

and the apathy ate you up inside

and you wait until you're full,
you wait until you're full

they lit the fires inside your belly

full of medicine and whiskey

all the aspirin, valium, codeine pills

so let's say a hail mary for this house,

bless the doors and burn the devil out.

[Daddy]

i hate whites

[YPrrrr]

What is this? Lyrics? Poem?

[Samus Aran]

cool