Land of Really Fucked Thoughts Bo Burnham

I come from the Land of Really Fucked Thoughts,
where babies are bound by umbilical knots,
where dead horses pile on dandruff-stuffed cots,
where burn-victim monkeys drink blood-and-pus shots.

I come from the Land of That Just Ain't Right,
where young boys like fisting their hamsters at night,
where boxers use AIDS-ridden needles to fight,
where an Alzheimer's orgy's a regular sight.

I don't want to stay but I know I can't leave it.
I needed to tell you but please don't reread it.
I hope this sounds silly and you can't conceive it,
because you're here the second you believe it.