Bloated Goat - Cloud Rat

Rising from under a sheet, a corpse that still has skin

Painted nails, navy blue.

«Urine ball little girl.»

Take her boots off one by one

Apa smiles as he runs away.

A silent crushed ant

Let you kick you in the face

Booze dressed on her every day

Driving the kids, not to play, but to be the spectacle

Stolen prizes you cheated to get us

From a traveling carnival

I heard you died in your sleep

The woman you killed was the one to call upon me

I laid back in the bath… No water, just clothes