Cannulae Lyrics

Pushers precious pentapeptides in these hot and hotter sunshines move these hollows by way of epidermals onto the weights in the joints of your elbows and that's why you feel hollow still.
I've already seen you as your make-ups make you up to be.
The Minotaur!
And Cerberus!
A Unicorn!
A golden coat for you, in these rattle snakes.