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“OH MY GOD, IT’S HARRISON FORD!”
I dug my grave today
I got on my knees and I started to pray
said god I cannot live this way
that’s alright my child, its quite okay
I’ll set fire to the winter
pretend I’m not a sinner
skin grows, skin grows, skin grows
my skin it crawls like the bugs on these walls
as my eyeballs sink into my skull
I’m walking the street like a zombie in heat
feeling the need to bust down
I saw the doctor today
he said I do not like the rate
at which your heart decays
I will need your full attention
to properly determine the strength of your prescription
take it easy kid
it ain’t candy
I dug my grave today
with no burder of a struggle
I used my glass pipe as a shovel
and went deeper into the ground
with no hope to be resurrected
my bloodstream remained unaffected
as the poison in the dirt wrapped around my body like a shirt
and I wore it with style
I wore it with pride
No I can’t, I couldn’t fool you if I tried.
“BUY ME BOOZE, BABY”
she remembers seeing daddy drinking vodka out of water bottles
one hand on the wheel
one foot buried in hell
she wont rest and I wont stop
at least until we find more pills to pop
she wont rest
I wont stop
is it just me
or is it the oc
I can’t feel my arms
you cant feel your knees
just kill me please
I got a hard on to be buried in disease
she fucks you
and leaves a lipstick stain on your pillow when its gone
I cant take it no more
my head is growing horns
I’m just a fast trick whore since I was born
I never wanted to hurt no one
my mouth is wrapped around a loaded gun
I never wanted to hurt no one
“WHAT A WHORE OF A UNICORN”
if only you fucked half as good as you can run your mouth
I wouldn’t hope for you to kill yourself
if I could learn to love someone other than myself
would you hope for me to kill me to kill myself
cyanide fills the syringe stuck in your throat
coughing up blood as you begin to choke
teeth kicked the fuck in
eyelids painted black
baby, you taste just like a heart attack
and as we all know heart attacks kill
baby, you taste just like a bitter pill
that is stick to the back of my throat
I over on my daily dose cause I was never any good
80mg a day should take the pain away its well understood
I’ll take you in my arms
protect you with my charms
inject my kisses
outside is a world of harm
when you suffer from junkie sickness
one hit wont hurt a bit
feed me the cure I’ll swallow it whole
give me the answer for my cancer
feed me the pills to stop my chills
give me an answer for my cancer
and still I wonder
how our heads manage to stay under a pool of battery acid
while we’re splishin’ and splashin’
in poison as if it were the latest fashion.
4:16 AM
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