Loathsome

Let the dead rot where they fall

You know sometimes I need a crutch just to crawl

So loathsome

So loathsome down inside

My heartstrings

They ain't yours to pull

Cops in latex gloves trying to search my skull

So loathsome

So loathsome down inside

I feel so loathsome down inside

Rancid junk-thought

Elephantitus of the mind

Rancid junk-thought

Elephantitus of the mind

This is my

Escape art

Exhibition

This is my

Escape art

Exhibition

Escape art

Exhibition

Escape art

Exhibition

And I'm never coming back