I dream of little monster, 

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. 

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, u dying babies, 

in my diarrhea. 

My dreams

my dreams

my dreams...

PLEASE SHIT ON MY DREAMS