christmas island

the meter won't stop running

and the liar keeps on lying

the quitters keep on quitting

and the triers keep on trying

the watchers keep on watching

and the buyers keep on buying

the cancer won't stop growing

so the criers keep on crying

the chemo keeps on making the living feel like dying

the radiation isn't as radiant

as it was when it was exploding

on an island somewhere in the south pacific

and the cummers won't stop cumming

and the bleeders won't stop bleeding

the fuckers keep on fucking

and the needers keep on needing

the lurid lusty feelings that i'm feeling keep on being

and our thoughts won't stop existing

so our gods continue living

and the devil keeps providing us

excuses for all our sucking

we're getting what we want

as long as a giver keeps on giving

and everyone has a secret that they cherish

and the drinkers won't stop drinking

so their livers might stop working

and the living keep on living

until they're dead from all the dying

the odds aren't in our favor

for resurrections without zombies

and the biters won't stop biting

and the flyers keep on flying

the washer keeps on washing

and the dryers keep on drying

the spiders in my mouth are getting bored of my routine

it's a bad day for spider-man

and the night eater keeps on eating

into the wee hours of the morning

the grieving salted mourners remain in pain

until they're roaring

the streets are filled with choking screams

and vomiters and dancing

and the constant things stay constant

despite everything that's changing

and the haters keep on hating

and the lovers keep on hating

the universe continues destroying

and reviving and destroying

reviving and destroying

reviving and destroying

reviving and destroying

and reviving and destroying

and reviving and destroying