Lletres: Mr. Bungle. Goddammit I Love America!. Egg.

Rotting from the inside Over-incubated by the heat of fear and love The self's coagulated Egg... La la la la la la la La la la la la la la Boiling hard in euphemism Slowly becoming part of the water Like a frog who never knows The ja'causezi's getting hotter Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah How'd you know I was looking at you If you weren't looking at me? A stagnant pale perfume Conceived to block the pores The clotting glands encroach Deep inside my tanning salon The endless comfort of a mom Wishing life was poached La la la la la la la La la la la la la la I can't seem to differentiate Between the yellow love you give and the white sex I take I just want to fertilize you Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah The cracks finally appear Release cholesterol tears The flooded cyst drains itself of pus The lonely stomach chills unless it's drunk So as she drives she'll close her eyes Feel it warming up inside edisni eht morf gnittoR evol dna raef fo taeh eht yb detabucni-revO detalugaoc s'fles ehT Oh an egg comes out of a chicken Egg... Oh a chicken comes out of an egg There's no place like home...