The sparkle won't shine if you don't feed it light
Balls deep in reality

Your dead best friend is walking up the stairs
He's walking up the stairs with you

And we'll blow the little dickhead up to smithereens
Getting naked and playing with guns

And what makes you think you can be so beau-ti-fic?
And what makes you think you can be so sweet?

You need to love yourself
You need to love yourself

I would hate to be like you, but I'm still rooting for you
I don't want to be like you, but I'm still rooting for you

Inside a bowl of angel hearts
That the children were eating

And I can't imagine wishing for more
I've paid for my crimes

If I don't go to hell when I die I might go to heaven
If I don't go to hell when I die I might go to heaven

Dying like a living ghost
Now I'm lying on the ground not making a sound

I'm gonna love my children
I'm gonna love my children

And I need to know the answers I have to know how.
We'll all die alone someday, I hope we don't die alone

Goddamn that shit is whack!
So fuck white people!

Staring down at me
And I can't help but miss him

So I try to look inwardly at all the things inside of me
But sodomy and buggery keep bubbling to the top

Buffalo
And I'm just a buffalo, what else could I possibly know?

They make it bearable enough to help us on our way.
But still it feels nice to feel alive.

And those drugs made my friends rot away, rot away
They say Jesus saves but Jesus doesn't care

They're ghosts and robots
Come place to ???

All thanks to Linda Ronstadt
I almost made it through a year of choking down my fears

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