This might be the last love letter
To a soon gonna be gone mind
My door's locked every day and night
The whisper in my ear soon ganna be a bat bite
Fuck my mind delight
No I don't know much about cooking rice
I don't know why
I always thought it's the double amount of water
And that shit makes me crazy
I've been cooking rice for years now
A fucking moaning cumming postcard
Theft of brain cells no alarm
A fat bitch like me should be able to see
Something better than butter
Is a real motherfucker
In the end you can not pretend
That something is send
You take what you need
But send back what you don't feel
I really know shit about rice
I never put salt in the water
And learned that from an asian guy
I thought he should be right
Racist
Fucking neurotrophin, dopamine, phenylethylamine
And yeah fuck you too
Fucking adrenaline
Now if I don't respect my sanity
Noone does, dangerous
No, just a disturbing rush of blood
And if something's actually not there
That I can see
Just feel free to tell me
I can take it
Fuckin' goes on and on and on and on
I shouldn't care if I die alone
And cooking rice shouldn't be hard to do
But hey, over in Asia
They get diabetes type two
I'm sorry, you guys again
But I think that's true
I heard that somewhere
But I don't care