Hey Pretzel Spine, My Gun's On Repeat

At the bottom of the Earth,
I will coat my body with cancer,
And I am ridden with guilt.

Your life has been pointless,
And your children are voiceless.

I am leaking, colors bleeding.
Red, brown, blood, green,
I am seeping.

Hey pretzel spine?
Fill your glass and work your legs.
The hole in your lung is filled with smoke,
And I will use it.

I've never seen above the knees, but imaginations run rampant.

I'd drink your heart juice, and transfer the blood into myself, to keep you here.

Set my shotgun on repeat, and the shovel's EQ is bass reduced.

I've never felt alive.
It's funny how they miss a zombie,
When living teens spread for them everyday.

Sit in salt and soy sauce,
So when you wanna lick it up,
I'll be flavored something other than disappointment.
Catsick squeezes between my toes.
I am too lazy to wipe it away.

Kill me, pretzel spine.