The Fluffiness 2

Yes, we're back carrying the fluffiness Hunting for petty heads Shaking up four-poster beds Your kitsch-deer can be seen wandering Headlessly through the Orcus in-between different scenes And we're snacking on crucifixes in hotel rooms A new doom for the crusted loom Pray with me for blasphemy Eluding conservative norms Powering the storm disgorged To exorcise the birthright porn We're killing the vibe We've been killing the vibe for some time But the frowst's still alive Still alive We've got some work to do You had it coming You had it coming for you crusty boys Can't stop obscenity leaking abundantly Crawling wherever you are Sprawling like fungi among pretty flowers Spawning diverse lucid dreams Spotlight bodies, golden earrings Yes, this lipstick is appealing This day's not up for seizing Look at my hips swing, look at my hips swing Twee wee caterpillar munching your face Ah the taste, obliterate your grace And the remains of your pretty paen of praise Turn to pitiful waste in those biblical flames We're killing the vibe We've been killing the vibe for some time But the frowst's still alive Still alive We've got some work to do You had it coming You had it coming for you crusty boys Still alive We've got some work to do