Gulping, licking, f*cking, nothing
Gushing, gaping, sticky, tasting
Horror spews forth, gushing from a suburban patio
Sticky kitchen windows, a lukewarm, threadbare messiah
You are a foul Jesus, licking, gulping the uptake of ruin
Facing the saddest gardens
Deliveries, from the scorned and the sacred
We're not very well, authors of abject misfortune
The script is written, do not aspire for more
It's apt to remind you, there's no-one behind you