Jim's teeth have vanished

Placed a pigeon on your naked chest

All qualms are managed

Spitting on you while he choked it to death

Tried to expel

You're left with just the shell

Turn your back on your demons

Even while leaving the mall

False teeth never meant to be true

And yet I gave it my all

And now there's no more nightmares

No more pissing the bed

It's just a presence that follows mе

Deprivation of rest

The onе you tried to expel

I'm left with just my shell