[big baby]

accumulate endorphins. snorkeling in a sea of decomposing
bodies. Neo-Nazi worshippers, surfacing mutilated corpses
don't breathe in the disease-rich oprhans, or think you can absorb it
it seeps the epidermis, a puddle of flowing guts
tunnels of frozen blood, for the second occurrence
resurrection robot ZYG has failed his re-emergence
Set beside, the mist. Of blood that petrifies and drips
Giving life, midst, methyl vinyl rip zygs insecticidal limbs
A dungeon. A cauldron nears, warriors bludgeoned and dark bacteria
Franks body along with Adonis. They're bubbling raw material



A pyre, a funeral. A breathable suit for attire. The vermin
Use pliers to cordon your eyes from your skulls head
Malpractice connoisseur. mustve been awful for pancake to set fire to Certain
Bow out to Monsieur, the
Impressive runes and patterns, mark the walls in this lunas saturn
A pariah for sure. Big Babys the narrator in this gloomy cavern
Its one more organic composition to dump in the abyss
I'm so Vividlyvague. my whole place, attracts butcherman with hunchbacks
One more fucking move, this dilapidated dungeon turns into mosaic for blood splatter



Split 8 got split into 10. His body is spread across the volcano
The way it reassembles and affixes you would think a blotchy tornado
hit the place and came again. Those completely dead didnt have the cadence
to keep up with the semblance obtained to get across the pages.
Sephiroth. A zephyrs gone. Corpses do headstands,
We reincorporate a grim reaper corporation, its cold ether.
to the nether region of our whole creation
Halos weaving, cold cleaving mentor.
We created a tethered needle, a network of the deadest people
where souls escape to deadpan
Now me and the admin hold legs of the deadman