I'm lazy you know it. I'm ready for the second show. Amazin' thing growin'. Just waitin' for the juice to flow. But you're so very picturesque. You're so very cold. Tastes like roses on your lips but. Graveyards on your soul. I'm hurtin' I'm walkin'. I'm achin' for another go. You're squirmin' wet baby. Nothing bad comin' very slow. And it's burnin' holes in me. You're so very picturesque. You're so very cold. Tastes like roses on you lips but. Graveyards on your soul. One spastic explosion. Two pressure cookers go insane. It makes me act crazy. I shiver but I love this game. But you're so very ordinary. You're so very lame. Tastes like whiskey on your breath and. Earthworms rule your brain.