Testo di Plucked

Forced to fit you burdened twit, placed high pedestal Nothing matters more than the inevitable fall and so we crash Flick the switch, you're plucked from it Interior abandonment To be unconsumed by you, would shed me, this rotting skin So gather round my expectation Come hither in my aggravation I'm fed up with this bunk relation I Invite YOU to MY celebration Apparently unconditioned now Concentrated pulp of my existence, I am free of it, your flatulence, insult me, repulsive tongue you can taste me Its what you've been waiting for