Plus I got no money left in my house.
I gotta live like a cancer patient [a little lack of cancer patient]
eatin' lots of vegetables and reimagining my station in life.
It's like a pineapple cream pie.
I was born in a Jewish jail.
I got sent to American Hell.
I can find a way out now.
It becomes like a game of puzzles
eating my fingers with big old teeth.
I'm a wreath on the Christmas tree
a Jesus figure when he was dying.
I float down on his neck and shoulders
eating lots of baby skin.
I began to eat a baby snake.
Crawling up the tree I did make an earthquake,
but he forgave with his mighty broad sword.
He forgot that I am not him.
I grew up with a candy boy.
He drove my car to the land of joy.
We swam in it and broke our vows.
Every moment we thought we were giving birth to baby cows.
No one thought we were there at all.
We all became each other's falls.
I was a triforce, when he caught my tangibles in order.
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