Frog Love Foam

I’ll drag you to the bottom

Where fishes lay their turds

We’ll pet salmon alevins

And make them our chums



Warmed up macaroni

Leftovers for the birds

Some thoughts atrocities

Are better left unheard



My priestess, my pride

My dear satanic bride

You don’t have a clue

You don’t have a clue



In joy for no reason

I've never felt so dumb

In boiling salted water

It's painless, they go numb



My priestess, my pride

My dear satanic bride

You don’t have a clue

You don’t have a clue



The plague dogs surround me now