You don't know me like they do.
They teach me pain.
I am a slow learner.
But only 'cause I love the classes.
Experiments on flaying prior to insertions,
The alluring aroma of acid burn,
Crispiness and taste of scorched skin,
Meditation to the silence of a cold heart,
Steam baths of hair and nail essence,
Yes!! My favorite classes.
Stare all you want, it's time
For my homework and my art.
Hhhhmmm... I paint lines of red,
A magic with sharp stones and bones
And here is the weed inside of me,
The red ravagers of my physical body.
I will not cage you. You deserve freedom.
Fly, my blood drops, be free.
Yeesssss, I loved this assignment.
Lesson learned, I still love doing this.
Sew me up. For tomorrow, I free them again.
I feel high without the liquid impurity.
But don't YELL TOO LOUD inside me.
We don't wanna wake up our friend.
He is weak. He is mad. He is insane.
Talks about change and... Urgh... Never mind.
Maybe it's his pinkies that control him.
At dawn we set him free... ssshhhhh...
Of all the irregularities of the human anatomy.
After all, it did work on me.
And here I am in front of me,
Limping, yet liberated of the nonsense.
He needs help and I am his savior.
Everyday is an assignment
With homework on myself.
The bes... You... When did you wake up?
What are you staring at?
Do you like my orations?
Maybe you like the lessons
That those hivemind folks inside me teach.
Would you like to be my practice?
Well, you don't get to say.
ONLY I CHOOSE WHO TO CROWN
And you are a mere peasant.
Why are you leaning back?
Are you scared? Am I intimidating?
I can smell fear. I sense royalty in you.
Forgive me my liege, you are worthy,
Worthy to be my practice of the day.
Well, Don't just stand there you schmuck.
Run. Scream. Kick me between my thighs.
Don't beg for mercy. THAT'S DISGUSTING.
But don't stop crying. Mmmmm....
The melody is too good and... oh boy!!
Your shivers are a pleasing choreography.
There. That was fun, wasn't it?
What was that? You can't reply?
'Cause you're dead?
Ha haaa heee ooh yehh.. Aah aaah.. ACHOOO...
Curse you, you meat balls. Where was I?
Yes, today I learned, a human body, mine,
Has enough volume of intestines
To fulfill me for dinner. Sssshhh... Quiet.
Every night I practice the lessons.
This is the life. I'm lovin' it.
Like a sunflower turning to the sun
Every morning, and following it's path all day,
Every now and then, our friend here
Follows the way of L-O-V-E.
An old wife's tale; A myth,
And I am the waves of sanity, EVERLASTING.
But now it's alright.
His pinkies can't control him,
Not when he is rolled into little balls of meat.
I cannot believe I am saying this,
But for old time's sake, May he rest in peace.