F.D.F

I'll murder all your heartfelt ambitions

Take away your smarmy voice your bastard smile and your nutrition

The drama you cause is much more severe than television

And now flowered and horrid I'll smother your lips

Every last breath you've purchased on loan

Well now the sharks are here to chew on your bones

And if they should be any meat left

They'll take you to the cleaners

And scar you with new debts