Pixel Zombies: Eight Hanging Gutters Set To Dance (7)

Happy anniversary! Celebrate with dear Marie!

Slide down the throat of Caligula's heart throne

Watch it explode, "One! Two! Three! Four…"

I want to see you shake, just like a new inmate

The daughter of a dilettante, strewn with expressions so fake

In this weak garden,

You're saved, money, beg

Saved, money beg!

(A revolution of haunted forfeits! You're) Saved, money, beg!

One! Two! Three! Four!

Gutters hanging overhead, convulsing on your skull

Five! Six! Seven! Eight!

Dances led by bullet holes, grinding lessons with their heels

Let's become who we were always meant to be,

But I've been dead for years.

You tattooed your loves back, with dazzling cataracts

Chewing through both my wrists, are nineteen lovesick gargantuan rats!

Rancid nicotine stilettos (Mascara coats blinded, works of a mute)

Show their plumage as they fume into knives! (With works on the pavement, the pavement)

Flex in front of the camera, baby!

Show the screens of rejected apartment parties!

A recent comatose in this room

Now showers you like sickled shame

Saved, money, beg!

(You're not so volupte, you're) Saved, money, beg!

One! Two! Three! Four!

Gutters hanging overhead, convulsing on your skull

Five! Six! Seven! Eight!

Dances led by bullet holes, grinding lessons with their heel

Make us into good kids again!

I am Caligula, a serpentine showered

To lick the flowers, saturate in blessings

I am Caligula, a serpentine showered

Marie, this kidnapping's fucking insatiable

Oh, dear Daughter,

I'm afraid this frail room can't hold either of our spirits

That ghost you hold needs to come out

I want to see that ghost right now!

Sugarcoat fuck in carnivorous applause!

Stars gather up and whimper over Daughter's death.