Face - ГШ

The eyeballs shake with splitting sounds

It warps your mouth and it goes louder

The tongue runs off from the violent jaw

That grinds and turns into the powder

The ears roll up into the curly tubes

Attack the cheekbones fast and then burn it brightly

The muscles swarm into the wizen snoot

And pull the eyebrows right into the bloody fighting

The eyes grow up and leave the skull

Arousing soundless scream within you

Your happy face from now begins to sprawl

There is no rod no bone to lean to