Shes the Cousin of the Chainsaw by PlasticBag FaceMask Lyrics

Haunted
House not selling
HOA
Is seething
Grasping
Market value
Sunk cost

Arms like string
Clothes like flies
Orphans sing
Windsor tie

Hands like cleft hooves
Perspirating
Nauseating pair of cocks taint the screen

Old papers thick as leather
Draped over the newsstand
Shreds lead to the back alley
Of this temple of white, red, and blue
Meandering and mumbling saviour
Emerges from the gutter
Through the puddle of vomit and shit
Left behind by that handout kid

Woodеn jungle gyms
And finger paints
Splinter tag
Who’s king of thе hill

Reno
Lowers
Prices

All these words written
On the walls in blood
Would be threatening
If they weren’t misspelt

Look what I found
It looks ancient, it looks evil
I’ll give it to my mom

Totem
Gave me life
Took it away