A Very Vague Idea | wersja ostateczna

Anaemia is my speciality
And my steps without it are shoddy
When a spider shows its brutality
My soul goes out of my body


Bulimia isn't strange for me, either
And I take it wherever I go
Coming back winding paths,no breather
It takes shortcuts day by day, though


Alas, Easter time is coming, ahem
And my illnesses cannot be changed
I'll invite my family and leave them
Leaving them all the food prearranged