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Oh, what a perfect afternoon, for searching the town to get off today.

I’m double cheating the corners to make sure no one’s around.

I cannot be seen, no stories shall cast down upon us.

Just a maggot girl squirming amongst this filth.

Some girls just have babies, I’ve given birth to many.

They’re all inside my belt and just dying to get out.

Blistering, slithering, writhing maggots.

See them in my sleep.

Blistering, slithering, writhing maggots.

Count them in my dreams.

Buried with them safe.

Heats up all week.

Rotting in the trash.

She knows it’s better on Sunday.

This disease has never done me wrong.

Besides addiction and infection.

Some girls give labor, I’ve given birth to the flies.

So much time I wait inside.

So much time, I’ll wait.

So much time, I will anticipate.

My chance towards endless bliss.

So much time, I’ll wait.

So much time, I will anticipate.

My chance towards endless bliss.

In the dumpster, I’ll wait patiently.

I stir the trash to find, the fucking mother lode.

In the dumpster, I’ll wait patiently.

I stir the trash to find, the fucking mother lode.

I cannot be seen, no stories shall cast down upon me.

Just a maggot girl squirming amongst this filth.

So bury me within them safe, in the dumpster, I’ll wait.

Breath in the air, find the time to think this life is perfect for me.

Bury me within them safe, in the dumpster, I’ll wait.

Breath in the air, find the time to think this life is perfect for me.

Perfect for me!

The writhing maggots, I count them and grin.

Taking more piles and shoving them in.

So many babies, I keep them in safe.

Strapped to the bed, letting none disengage.