Subject B Lyrics

Sludge foams from his face
As chewed nails drag above skin
He has no hairs left on his tail
He’s rose above them

Graze past plastic walls
He drags her
Feet behind her
From that resting place
To scrape grease off kitchen counters

There’s bugs just beneath The layers she’s built on her skin
They chew through the bone
She shows off but no one’s looking

His hair slicked back
His perfect glance
He planned for it to appear
By chance

He tries so hard to not try so hard

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