Choke, choke, choke on the good stuff.
These teeth are chewing through the hardware to get to the software center.
So satisfying, the bandwidth in the back of my throat.
I’ve eaten too much information and now I’ve got a digital cavity.
My pearly whites bring digital plight.
Fit me in, jot me down.
Track Name: Conversion Methods V2
Seedy locales, red light district blues, introductions to strangers. No, I have not met you before. But I feel like I should have. I know her.
Track Name: Pornstar Applications V2
Personally, you make me sick like a dumpster full of contradictions. Flies make friends in your presence. I wonder why that cloud grows denser (and I wonder why). And I just ran out of breath. Your stench was too much to handle.