Smells Like a Rip Off

I was soul in cheek
Got myself
And I know it’s always
Gonna be such a treat
Going round and I hope you got this
Gold
I’ll pour it
Down into your
Soul to rot and waste
People calling lore
Got my nest
And I hope its always
Gonna be such a chore
All I’ve said and
All I want is
Gold
I’ll pour it
Down into your
Soul to rot and waste
«The rest of your life is a bore a travail a struggle meaningless existence and
this at least gives you a certain sense of evolution sex»