All the little girls are boys for girls with no boys to throw up for

Slave translator,

Tell me what it means

Dante had two Prussians in her brush

Quite a rush

All the nimble boys are girls for boys with no girls to cum into

Slave translator

Soften my rage

All the boys she loves are always under age

Can't cut away from it

Self paralysis

Satanic ornaments that crumble our faith

Rebirth suicide

Rebirth suicide

It's so perpetual

Not that I care

They bring their plates like it's automatic

It's so pathetic

You apologize for him

You won't face the portrait

Honestly, you rotted when it mattered

Not that I care

I was only stabbing your heart because I was trying to get your attention

Change your direction

Can't tolerate this new vision

Paranoia like it's talking to your mother

All of the hatred

All of the vomit

It's recurrent

Not that I care

All the nimble girls are boys for girls with no boys to throw up for

Slave translator,

I hate to ask

Is the wind in that door still?

All the nimble boys are girls for boys with no girls to cum into

Slave translator,

I want you to hurt

I'm cutting myself, and I feel like dirt!