Sunday, August 24, 2008

suckin' death's dick

suckin' on death's dick,
poison's what comes out.
You turn to him in times of stress
you claim he calms you down.
In reality blood pressure's up,
you know your heartrate's too;
really you just get your fix
despite your each excuse.
You say that you ain't hurting others;
are you so unattached?
you say that you enjoy it
while it's turning you to ash

1 comment:

Paul Bernard said...

Reminds me a bit of the song Satan's Bed by Pearl Jam...