[Instrumental] [high pitched bitchy vocals pitch shiting nearing the ends of the sentences] [no spoken word but aggressive singing vocals] The rabbits are squeezely squidding trembling with squealing pleasure stewing in the pot I have a right to exist, even also munching on the rabbits But the right is gwilping at the gnawing death Survival is to be smothered in the feeding Even if they are blades of grass, there is no inorganic food grabbing is for the taking life has a low tread coefficient anyway I am earth here, as well a gwilpard squiddler and when winter comes, I will cast her off with all my envy, sqeeqing death in the squidding struggle to the point of the dying off of any necrose validity
