IRC-Galleria

You are a worm in a dog's heart, A newborn mongoloid child,
Operating at great speeds, Covered in vaseline and immaculate skin,
And fantastic pigmentation,

You are a milky tear in a dead mans eye, In disguise an insect martyr,
Under pink light incubation and postcard amnesia and immaculate skin,

Pathetic little sheep children following the herd,
Guided by the voices in their empty little heads,
You are a worm in a dog's heart.