Maw of Tarrare
Maw of Tarrare
Crunching bone
Marrow is rotten no matter to me
I lean my head back and I pick my teeth
To show them
Maw of Tarrare
Children flee
I am gluttony
Children flee
Wheezing dazed and confused
Limping through plumes of smoke
Step aside frothing cyclones of excrement
This is my home
Caustic breath billows
Traversing a sandpaper tongue
Claw and scratch as syphilitic sores spit back
It brings me glee to know that they know that I feast on them
It brings me glee to know that they know that I feast on them
I feast on them
Maw of Tarrare
Maw of Tarrare
Pus spews out my ass