Crops of tears,
Farmers of cotton-
They grow through the pain
Making us wither away.
Soil in the lungs,
Fecal matter in my brain,
A worm is piercing through my skin,
Eating all on its way.

I’m a dirty fucking human,
I feed on your pain,
Cut off your finger,
Make me happy and sane.
Charcoal in my mouth,
Feces in my brain,
Blood feeds my eyes,
Your pain will wither away…

Ashes in my nostrils,
Shit in my brain,
The mud-heart is crying,
My neighbor is happy and sane.
Drop by drop,
In a cold winter day,
I’m withering away,
I’m growing insane.
The feces is bursting,
I scream in pain,
Making my neighbor happy,
Happy and sane.