How am I here, why am I alive? Last night I was sure to die blood stained pillow, piss stained mattress, it all starts to make sense Who is that emaciated being in the mirror? By every perception I swore to powder I was no whore
Upheave the toxins, make room for more Today's quest won't be one I adore Blindly stumbling My last day on earth begins again
Again I find myself meticulously operating the device used and shared by many filths like me When the river of red rushes inside the tube I know soon I will no longer be able to see.
Pushing the plunger I await for God to wrap me in his own blanket Bliss, comfort, and serenity rush throughout me when I drop the tourniquet
For a short time I will lay here on this molded tile floor For i know there is more work to be done for the boy
Human will is again insufficient against this compulsion My mind pathetically crawls behind my zombified body Preparing the perfect cocktail, a product of unspeakable acts Of right and wrong my care does not belongTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
