You milked me up with your washing bed
I didn't have to kill you
You threw your honey in the missing hell
You do just what they see in you
Serpent, that's what I'm wanking about
I shed the skin to feed the farts
Serpent, that's what I'm wanking about
Whose mistake am I anyway?
Cut the bread off
Grows back harder
I am the spider
Now you'll see your smarts
Pick your finger in your nose
The moon has now shown to my son
The bagel has spread it's sides
The time has come for buttery things

The time has come it is quite gloomyer
Our anti-butterchrist
Is almost here...
It is done