(BFT!) Bottom Feed This! mutha-moth-fucka

–oh, so you know where the wild ones grow- do you? do you?

It’s in the black and white of between the lines- your lies

— time x truth = the benign–

          –oh, so you know where the enemy hides

It’s in the charcoal black soul of all their lives- your lies

        Petering out. Falling to pieces.

            Taking easy options instead of hard times

on your glass jaw—cracked back tooth—to ache a week whilst limping from (& to) town

— they construct instead of create–

and Oh, so you know where the homeless slumber—

                 So do you see the grey of an unflapped wing?

                                           where the moth is only as beautiful

                                                        as the swarming masses will allow

Lady Bug Mad Love’s Dead Queen

 

 

Id kill for you, tear paper lungs in 2 for you

                 Mad bad and dangerous is your middle name

bisect a lady bug too,  dissect  a web of lies  and work behind the butcher

        old skool wise oracle don’t need bling nor trainer flaps

to see  youre a dead queen

                       fruit doesn’t grow around you

terrorize intellectualise i think im in your space

                        but instruments are broken dizzy  dizzy——————– teen————— outrage—————————– juice

And i’d shove your fucking e-zizazig-ah into your fucking heart

Like you did to me with zeigeisty dada art

And hope to sweet jesus i  don’t have to turn off the taps again

because

Dirty———————-jeans——————–wont wash—————-in this—————family