Bloodsport

It happened when the world was calling

All you could do was stare at walls

Your face became a sunken awning

A lukewarm life form

Your sentimental wish was something

A delicately wrapped last resort

Trying' to summon up a feeling

Sounds like blood sport!

Oh I'm so sorry there's no room for your throne

I'm so sorry there's no real halo

Don't say your sorry if your hearts made of stone

There's No safe word when the bubble explodes

A tiny square of dirt was something like

A territorial allegory oh

Kill a chicken without warning

Then eat what you stole

The Silk Road calms yr sweet tooth

Mango, papaya, peach

It doesn't matter who you call

You'll still be outta reach oh!

Oh I'm so sorry this worlds just one deep throat Oh

I'm so sorry what's left is melted snow Don't

Say your sorry with an eye on the keyhole

There's no safe word when the bubble explodes

You say it happened when you had no warning

Just Gucci revolution anecdotes of

Question marks and cunts in charge bending You over a barrel

So it happened when you had no warning

The poison turns to antidote

And pretty people everywhere

Will have to eat their clothes!

Oh I'm so sorry there's no room for your throne

I'm so sorry there's no real halo

Don't say your sorry if your hearts made of stone

There's No safe word when the bubble explode