They came from the core of the earth
They came with enemies
They came connected to the hands they planned to walk on
They carried roses bred to die in sharp bacteria
Fake smiles practiced on each other calmed recipients
And it's all out of love, we do things out of love
And if you've run out of love, you're filthy fucking trash
We fought them off with swords, with little or no bloodshed
Wielding makes one feel uncomfortably powerful
We fooled the lookouts, this is all ancient history
The heart collapses with poisoned treats
The stomach will then unload itself
And it's with heavy heart that I feel I must decline