Hamster Bite

I will be reborn without a finger on this hand
I am a ghost, I got a rash
My blood is glue, I have a tiny brain
I am a ceolicanth
I am a worm with one open eye
I live in mud, I wanna die
I am the god of broken glass
I have a tiny vulture, I wear a mask
I’m a piece of trash
Go to hell
I’m on a spaceship
With something miserable, and I’ll be okay
I’ve cut my teeth, so let’s begin
Let’s eat the ones with salty skin
A protective crust and see-through lungs
Hot, greasy scalp, ten thousand bugs
Six buttons pushed, a dirt white face
My cattle prod, my soul, my waste
I stumble fast and break my toes
You can scratch and smell, but keep your mouth closed