To the Tune of the Menorah

I stir up the medium
In this fester on my scalp
When I touch her with my candles
Second skin turns knotted spouts

Point me to the slide
Point me to the open mouth
(I taste you thick and spongy
Like a sane soul, sane)
Point me to the slide
Point me to the open mouth
(I taste you thick and spongy
In the attic under swollen towels)

To the menorah
Menorah, menorah, oh
To the menorah (no)
Menorah, menorah, oh (no)
To the menorah
Menorah, menorah, oh (oh)
To thе menorah

So it turns out... your friends
I would kill them all mysеlf
I would kill them with my candles
I would kill them all myself