hits to the bow

i want to join a cult
stop thinking and just be
drink the kool aid
sleep under purple sheets

clipse

i want to see the worms
deep and sweet underneath
i want them to hear the words from beyond my teeth
screech
who has taught us well?
i hear hell in the tales
or spells
the witchcraft grabs sails
rape us with gods current
its a love triangle in the four courners of this rock in outer space

gearny

i want to be beaten
to see the heat
the 5-0 runnin up my medical bill so the settlements and blackmailing will sease
i want to have a seizure
convulse into a bush
awake and see all my friends over me
not just one