Trust me trust me you know us well
We purge herds of stunted cells
We nurse the worm until it swells
(Eat it like the devil's cunt)
First to kneel cursed to feel
Trust me trust us we know you will
Tide come crashing in like steel
Makes your passions taste so stale (eat it like the devil's cunt)
Cobwebs turn your insides pale
If significant piece of me spill
Little Pinot pouring out my gills
Pass a carafe perhaps I'll swill
My grief may leak but can't congeal
Word nihil you know the drill
To last rattle on a long swig tail
Till last drop wind through mine like scales
Compromise your position become theirs