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You're disgusted, but I'm generally *****

If you want to shoot, shoot, I'm not bluffing

After all, with my snout you can polish tables, break my face, open

My mouth and put it there

Paper, plastic and cardboard cans, PET bottles

And I will accept everything as a fitting

I'm the trash king, your trash hero

Store everything you have and sort it out later

Forget about these hemorrhoids

And I'm almost empty, almost empty

I need to think more for you and I'm inside

Burn me burn me

Straight with garbage inside, everything that cannot be recycled

I will accept and increase, only more, only more, it takes a lot

Thoughts or strength

Pain or words

Time or days

Or maybe smoke from fires

Hot glossy candles

My face is melting

The skin has spread

Drops on the floor

I can only scream and chat

And my hair is sizzling

And you don't want to notice my scream inside you

Oh my god oh my god

You just took all my skin off and left me to rot inside

How so, how so, a plastic bag and the gray ashes of your thoughts rustling in it, making it difficult to think

The taste of gasoline on your lips and you're up to your ears in fuel oil, burnt plastic will become a mask,

I'll crumble from the inside

A stinking mass of cheap boobs and now

It's not so clear what happened *****

Scatter me on the shelves

And sort it out so that it lasts for a long time

For a long long time

It seems like you need to change something, you seemed to want to without looking back, you seem to hear a bunch of cans, breathe very strangely, everything is a solid futurama where everything was pouring, and you fry, an eternal loser in the cast-offs of life, ask me - get out