Mango

If I set the house on fire I wouldn't leave, 

I'd sit and let my bones bubble with me, 

Black creeping lug lung,

Too deep, 

Too cold on my teeth, 

Nape of my neck 

Fold my skin into my flesh, 

Hold my hands up to my head 

 

If I lost my leg would you still love me, 

Just a mass underneath, 

What if we were, 

All painted blue ,

Could you see the,

Difference between me, me and you, 

Twist my head on like a bottle cap 

You're a tropicana juice tap 

 

I feel like time is custard 

Outwards imploding brush us, 

I feel like time is custard, 

 

YOU'LL HAVE THE MANGO AND YOUR BRAIN WILL FALL OUT

 

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There's too much pressure behind my eyes, 

Is it worth it's completely fine,

Peeling us separate pulls my insides,

Your heads on backwards, 

Your heads on backwards,

 

If you were a fish what would you be, 

I'd flush you down the toilet seats

Dripping down my chin,

Leaked a touch, 

This bed will fold up, 

Swallow me I'll sink into a pit, 

Doughy residue sticks to every lip 

 

You'll lick my soul out from my ears, 

Climb inside goo-less orifice, 

Duct taped together (MANGO MANGO MANGO) 

Crustacean weather (MANGO MANGO MANGO) 

Picture me inside a wooden bowl, 

Peak at me wind skinned flashed mould 

 

(I will burp in your face) 

 

Chorus 

 

Bridge which says 'face' and 'Mango' lots of times hehehehe

 

Chorus

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