You wake up in the stomach of the woman you love
with a cut from yr fall gushing blood
out yr neck and the more panicked you is
the more infected it gets

and from your imprint on the pink ground
come hands and arms shooting out
sick, Thriller shit
shifting soft flesh
in their ascension,
adolescent undead
and they all look pissed

the youngest one steps forward, pulls the dick out his mouth
says "...how badly do you wanna get out"
you say "you know I love your mother"

he points to your foot prints:
sulphurized craters
and says "where have you been"

you'onknow the last time
someone asked you that
but you know you don't like
it so you attack

with the power of silence
and the more you stay quiet
the more a flame builds at the base of the kids
you wheel around there's a dinner table set
a few yards from a chainsaw

and as their bodies get
more decayed in the heat
the undead slap a beat
stomping on the belly meat

shuffle lil somethin like:
"BOOM BOOM CLAP
BOOM B-BOOM BOOM CLAP
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN
AND WHAT DID YOU BRING BACK"

you glance at the food
then rear up the saw
jerk the cord thrice
and the blades come to life like

zzzzxxxxxzzxxxxzxxzxxzxxzxz

you cut your way out of the cave
this cage
and with each layer cut away
you hear not a shriek
but a soft long cry
humming from the sky
and part of you feels so bad
buttttt not that bad

you catch your reflection in the blood
and it looks like just the Sun
it looks just like your sons
you look just like its son





and then you run

*
"bada dap baa daa daa daabadap
bada dap baa daa daa daabadap"
(they say)

(youuuu think I wanttttt this
it justtt happeneddddd)
*

and they say:

"IF YOU GAVE US TO WOMEN
WHAT ELSE MIGHT YOU HAVE GIVEN?"

and they say:

"you are your father's son
you are a runner you are a runner"





but you're gone