Song | Interlude |
Artist | Rozz Williams |
Album | Whorse's Mouth |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
A bad joke without lines | |
Punch the air, hands collapse in desperate coma | |
My eyes pinpoint out the illusion, a bad dream these ties | |
A stale and ugly kiss | |
Handsome ridges melt away the layers of waste, think prodding savior eating away at raw nerve flesh | |
This time harder and harder to beat the flies, the damp syphilis, the drain | |
Self-medicating ghost of times past forgotten | |
There is no dark pride in loneliness | |
Escape those thick heads, denounce those addictions and memory fade | |
What's your pleasure, pistol or syringe? | |
Then take aim and fire Watch those memories | |
Or drop dead |
A bad joke without lines | |
Punch the air, hands collapse in desperate coma | |
My eyes pinpoint out the illusion, a bad dream these ties | |
A stale and ugly kiss | |
Handsome ridges melt away the layers of waste, think prodding savior eating away at raw nerve flesh | |
This time harder and harder to beat the flies, the damp syphilis, the drain | |
Selfmedicating ghost of times past forgotten | |
There is no dark pride in loneliness | |
Escape those thick heads, denounce those addictions and memory fade | |
What' s your pleasure, pistol or syringe? | |
Then take aim and fire Watch those memories | |
Or drop dead |
A bad joke without lines | |
Punch the air, hands collapse in desperate coma | |
My eyes pinpoint out the illusion, a bad dream these ties | |
A stale and ugly kiss | |
Handsome ridges melt away the layers of waste, think prodding savior eating away at raw nerve flesh | |
This time harder and harder to beat the flies, the damp syphilis, the drain | |
Selfmedicating ghost of times past forgotten | |
There is no dark pride in loneliness | |
Escape those thick heads, denounce those addictions and memory fade | |
What' s your pleasure, pistol or syringe? | |
Then take aim and fire Watch those memories | |
Or drop dead |