out dam heart will my soul ne'er be clean
thrice, with this trusty dagger thrust
these lips that kiss now breathe
space space, but with distance how can one trust-
broken arrow splinters strike the mass
and yet the puppet show without the mast-
er. Room-mated to Queen Mab
granite granted three wishes have
the trickery runs through the vein
out dam heart will my soul ne'er be clean.
a thousand brush strokes-
yet words reeking provoke
the scent of fear the mind killer
such a relations waste
an never enough toothpaste.
frothing mouth " bubble bubble toil and trouble"
carve something wretched from the rubble.
If though in times three
why must it return again to me
second hand electric donkey bottom biter
Yet i am not hater
oh these drugs are quick and green
Out out dam heart will my soul ne'er be clean
Out out dam heart... will my soul... ne'er be clean.