mold mold mold
if I ever was so bold
I would very much love
to grow old next to you

mold mold mold
the life and lies that I sold
can never be untold
and they will always have a hold of me

mold mold mold
my heart is made out of black gold
please put me in a hospital bed
and let it fold

my brain has a moldy tumor
and it has spread
I exhude all that foulness
with every word I speak
with every exhale

I can see
my pale, tired face
the mold stirs and growls
my whole alienation
is so cold

grind me to dust
before it's too late


© pissprophet