Pretty on the Inside

Sometime I would like to take a walk inside your bone marrow Rather, just dissection, and your stem cells kiss me back Scalpels pulling tendons as if anything compares And your muscles form my substance, for my love needs a repair Deeper, borderline kinky, but sexuality is through So the morgue runs miles past me 'til my planning starts to brew Trespass in your systems is more likely than you'd think If you open up your eyes, you'll find you're unable to blink You're not breathing, are you? Good I'm here for your beauty on the inside Necrophiles pray for me, but God told me you're pretty on the inside We ascend to insanity Antonymous, ready on the inside I declare you xenomorphic Respite this, you're pretty on the inside Vessels taken out and subsequently tied for jump rope Carbonate your spinal fluid, that's a healthy way to cope Blend up toes, divide your kidney, I'll wash you completely clean Take a little break, I covet, just to return and devour your spleen Halloween's arriving soon, I may as well just wear your skin Maybe I'm inopinate among the ghosts and otherkin Clear zoetic shoelaces are sure to catch the public eye Fluminous spreads of red display will hide enough to go worldwide I believe in your distrust I believe in your distrust I rely on your distrust I believe in your distrust I fall back on your distrust Pseudo-psycho science must I believe in your distrust Slit your throat and take it slow You're not breathing, are you? Good I'm here for your beauty on the inside Necrophiles pray for me, but God told me you're pretty on the inside We ascend to insanity Antonymous, ready on the inside I declare you xenomorphic Respite this, you're pretty on the inside I am just so full of myself I think I'm the end of the world I have had my fun here now, I don't think you'll take it right Organs twisted counterclockwise filling up with parasites Someday all your troubles are gone, the afterlife puts me in front I will have your fate redrawn and gods will fear this godless stunt I think I'm in love with you, my motives nearly evaded me They know not exactly why I do this up to this degree You know all the types of love, from romantic to aesthetic As I have ascended here, I believe in kinesthetic Come to a realization Fuck I think I accidentally became hyperconscious Something of dissociation, cannibalistic new awareness Well, guess I'll have to leave you here. Was inevitable anyway