You're asking when do I stop? When the bottle's empty.

Let me introject about this little peace we have

And all the months spent dragging through the mud

Dragging through the mud, the dragon's out

It helps me, it helps me

It helps me comment on virginity
You don't know the truth

I must be going nowhere soon

Let me introject about this little peace we have

And when I say I'm done, I'm done

And I guess that I, I'm not as right as I appear to be

It helps me comment on virginity

You don't know the truth

We will be going nowhere soon

You're the reason why

They're always doubting of us twice

You don't know the truth

We will be going nowhere soon

You're the reason why

They're always doubting of us twice

You like to carry my heart in a bag that's broken.
You're asking when do I stop?
When the bottle's empty.
Blacker than my father's soul, drunk enough to raise us all.
Pink roses.
Nomad:
Drowning rat.
Black.
Black.
So black you can't even grasp the fact.
Blacker than a beggar's soul, rich enough to save us all.
Pink roses.
Lead with your need as god descends.
Cold in the ground.
What gets me this down?
The smell of magnesium, the smile of a clown.
I want to drink you, scare you, fuck you and film you.