Cock Guns Kill Kids

Crush cut fuck flip Cock guns kill kids Sharp knife dig into the blood honey spread thick It’s a mode it’s a sex shoot show it’s a stitch Everyone will grow in his heavenly dome ring You’re already less eternal than I... By killing a kid in the blink of an eye I don’t need to believe in a heaven you see, I just feel the breeze in the arms of the trees You’re a smudge on a page A pen that’s exploded Not like the kids who’s blood will be moulded What will you do when your wind-up stops working? Your teddy bear lurking– its eyes can’t be fixed It’s too late now, you’re trapped in this - Where muddy roots mutate your tapestry wings...