Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Would leave you with babies and everything
Now that I know that I'm breaking to pieces i'll
Thickening streams of greed as bit by bit it
Screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy
Songs about
Stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery
Screaming me over and over and over I leave
Holding my breath for the fear of sleep again