a spill in the ocean a plague on the air a poison ingested a tpxic affair

we'd love to chase rainbows but we must fan the flames your foundations tremble it's our time to lay claims

the rats in your cellars the holes in your boat the dread in your mirror the dust in your throat

no turn at the crossroads no key to that door no ride to that city no lift to that floor

the grime on your fingers the cracks in your walls the germs in your spray tan the worms in your balls

the grease on your staircase the snake in your bed the lump in your liver the slug in your head

(you had it coming)