Wicked, wicked 
WandaWhat was it that spawned ya?
Who’s responsible for your trash?
A pretty little spider
With Hollywood inside her
And no time to accommodate
Chicken scratch
A bare ass back
NeverVoice your scream
Hair loves cream
ForeverWicked, wicked 
WandaI’d rather date 
RwandaThan be involved in
Your moral trash
Pretty little spider
With Hollywood inside her
And no time to accommodate
Venom kicks
We’re not 
JickOffender(I can see the moon the sunthe stars they shine on everyonetogether)
Basement screams
Apparent to me
ForeverTo be free of doubt and longing
Simple clarity
BelongingIn a role untouched by history
To be part of something vaster
Than yourself the frozen plaster
Break out of your core categories
Strike me square
Into the arms of the air
Strike me square
Into the arms of the air
Stories not reality
I feel like a junk contraption
Truth is I can’t shake this vile fear
When I space out 
I’m direct
I got the beaker to reflect with
Free to be a temperamental tear
Strike me square
Into the arms of the air
Strike me square
Into the arms of the air