I pulled my muscle memory
between your tongue,
there is no hope
in your sagging cheeks
or the parts that I lick out.

CHORUS:
I found a rabid beast
beneath those thighs
I found an apple spoilt rotten
behind those eyes
(I found an animal).

I dress my face with your face
pretend I'm beautiful.

Pick the insects in your skull
DANCE! YOU LONELY GHOST!
Claw the monsters in your hole
DANCE! YOU ACHING BONES!
DANCE! You movement coma!
DANCE! You woman scorned!
DANCE! Damaged intercourse!
DANCE! You swollen nose!

Kaninchen-