heads will roll



what's another tranny in a hole


extol virtue expectance

must fight for acceptance


liberation only gained when liberation is for all

but i keep myself locked upppppp

heads will roll


your own respirator first in emergency

others second urgency

worst at the first step its

because i got a death wish


i try to avoid anyone that comes too close

youd think reflexes from a soulslike

i've never played the game

the adversity of avoiding your death is too tiresome


what's another tranny in a hole


my mind wanders from its source


heads will roll


what's another tranny in a hole


what's another tranny in a hole


one more number and one more body to prop up in disdain

disgust, pity, fear, a little head served on a pike for you to wave in faces

detached from the rot and lack of warmth and the flaking skin, you can't smell anything coming from a 5-6 inch LED screen. observe the processes of objectification, statistic stratification. you can shove your whole arm up my ass and through my intestines and through my corroded bladder and my small lungs and through my flitting throat - holy fuck, that velvety, glossy strip of flesh is disgusting if you've ever seen one. if you want. i will scream, i will scream as loud as you want me to. you will call me a sick fuck because you wont understand that im doing this because im dying. i will confess to all my sins in vain plea as much as you need me to. bless my heart and cross my t's and wish me off to meet god if you'd be so kind. i won't ever parade any pleasure i get from being myself, no, i won't pretend to desire any cause for celebration, for any picnics, for any potlucks, for any reason to have my fill of booze and feed. i'm beneath them all, i'm beneath any iota of cause. fuck, i'm going to kill you. i'm going to kill you harder than anyone has ever been killed before. i'm going to, i swear i will lay a curse on you with my dying breath and there'll be nothing, there'll be absolutely nothing you can do about! 


i nod i nod i nod with a grin

i don't listen to any piece you may have

because to you, what's another tranny in a hole

heads will roll

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