鶏と蛇と豚

Thinking of sweetness, stuffed myself even more Afraid it'd run out, had to get even more 恐惧它 Dripping with honey, ran to store even more Gorging, got nauseous, vomited everywhere I thought that full was something better Detestable is how it feels Why must this be? The honey used to taste delightful Was it a poison actually There to trap me? Am I cursed? I've slighted no one And I'm sure I know myself The best so something's not right This self is the only thing I love To hear, to smell, to see, to touch To taste is irreplaceable, no less