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