I see the cockroaches in the bathub before I go to sleep
in the night and I see them again after I wake up in the morning.
They get stucked in there somehow and keep on doing it every single night,
it's like a trap. I pour water to get rid of them,
some try to climb the curtains trying to survive,
but I'm quicker, I'm heartless.
I don't know if they all die once they are swallowed through the pipe.
Sometimes I think I'd be happy if I stopped killin,
I also think it would be fair that I killed myself just the way I kill em.
I feel cool. I feel hooman.
I feel like I'm gonna finish off this entire shit one of these days.
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