I dream of little monsters
crawling up my leg.
I fear they’ll come again
if I go to bed.

I wish that something else
would be in my dreams.
But here come those little monsters,
crawling up my leg.

I dream of dying babies
and why do they smile?
I hate those dying babies
why don’t they just die?

Their smiling faces
give me diarrhea.
Please die, you dying babies
in my diarrhea.

My dreams,
my dreams,
my dreams…

Please shit on my dreams,
Please shit on my dreams,
Please shit on my dreams,
Please shit on my dreams,