Turboslut
Love Is A Self-Perpetuating Void
Slow deathJunk foodNumb fleshDumb fleshCompulsive sexYour sweat is trash i ingestGet it out of me and get outComfort becomes sicknessSickness becomes status quoI knowEmpty as a prayer and as self-servingUtterly blank and undeservingOh how it becomes you at lastWhat a trashDon't look at my handsDon't look backUltimately i hold my breath
Aus Songtexte Mania