1 AM, at the club Wasted, hammered Shit music comforts me The hard kicks in
Meth, Diesel, Yak, Speed, Rocks Asshole sold me bad stuff Drink some more jack and coke I am burnt, I'm so burnt
My life is shit I have nothing I'm a loser, I'm a pest The streets haunt me forever You can see who I am The infamy inside of me
A reek of loathing from those clean souls makes me nauseated But damn they're all making me hard The blonde chick she's been eying me all night I go and grab her.. Licking her face She's facemelted.. She takes me to the can
Depression, libido and sickness hit me.. She pulls out DMT I'm a stallion in porn land Disoriented.. It all starts to make sense Me and the boys we made my girl do it again.. She's our Crackwhore They fucked her and laughed.. I laughed That nymphomaniac junky cunt I can smell the sperm again
I bite her throat and rip it out She starts gushing on me while her eyes roll back Fermenting.. Wiggling.. Slipping on her own blood Gargling for Help
No one hears her.. She will die here I can almost feel her fear Her survival instinct fails in moments Holding her guttural hole Crying.. Blood gargling.. Suffocating
I go out.. There's a shocked guy with a mustache looking at me.. Looks like a fucking catfish I beat him up in amok, cursing his fornicating mother, so hard crap flies out of him Fat hairy cat fish..
I'm the fisherman who's gonna save this village!.. What? Kicking his ribs while he's vomiting.. Am I dancing? As I danced with my boys' heads Eyes bleed as I stomp his skull.. But all I see are giant syringes going at my groin Looks like a pumpkin squishes under me.. I stand in it
Strangers grab me as I sob I run back to where people look like daisies under the neon sun withered from within, you know you're dying
They all made it happen, mind crippled and lost What people live with, addicted to a blood routine Kids shot in the head, rationality is dead
As I dice those righteous animals My heart races.. My mouth foams A gun in my face, again, at last The last memories of pain The same unreasonable reality.. The rush to kill I'm done.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
