Aaazhyd! It creeps and I fall and I`m peeled from the lips to the hips and
my inside`s outside. Hide me in your bed God. You can spread me on your
bread, God. Or throw me in the cell... You call it Hell, I call it warm!
A fizz. Apokacidilipsmakk. I crack. I crawl. (So get those fucking
horsemen off my lawn!).
