[b-b-b-b-b-blood] catch this, my tactics are practiced in madness on axis of blood a chalice full of blood

my black cat data magic flak it into fuzz tack it with an asterisk cause you don't know what it does

a skeptic of my tetris detects a living metric went to bed and wept it wet when he tripped a line electric

i suck your b-b-blood i want your b-b-blood on my hands, is this blood? the sanguine taste of love

[You could ask just as well, when you are eaten by a crocodile, how have you happened to select that crocodile? It has selected you!]

[b-b-b-b-b-blood] the path of the elected a pact of the distressed a pact of b-b-blood a match is st-st-struck

a blackened pool of mud, that was enacted through a flood tracked it through the suds around a fouling tool of must

oh f-f-f-f-fuck i pray for lady luck i tuck into her breast a token of my trust

among a broken mess i stow away on blessings i dont know what i stress so i scratch em in my etchings

[You could ask just as well, when you are eaten by a crocodile, how have you happened to select that crocodile? It has selected you!]

[You see that is an extraordinary exaggeration of the importance of the subject... as if he were choosing such things.]