My floss by Twiggy the second

Sometimes I just can’t ever try to live without All the suffering, all the gingivitis Sometimes my body goes, but the mind won’t allow Trying to avoid all the plaque in the world (Bridge & Crown work pre-root-canal) My fears, my faults, my tears, my floss My tries, my trust, my lies, my loss My loss of floss (horus on sitar) No wants, no teeth Just a mind to set and a rage to feed No wants, no gums Just a soul to find and a squishy plum Sometimes I try to change the wanted dentistry Under my own gas mask Sometimes it’s better to find a way to take a tank and hide within a flask (horus on steel drums) So swallow, marshmallow, oil of carro Losing the trust in my floss So receded, depleted, mistreated I am your sore bloody gums (Chorus/Ending/brush your fucking teeth)