Album: White Knuckled Substance (2001)
Half a pack of cigarettes
mostly broken or bent.
I think of cancer as I put one to my
cracked lips that long to slake this
poison lust.
voices spin & resonate inside
voices spin & resonate inside
This old phone booth shelters me
from these lonely streets.
If only God could grant me strength to call you.
Just three wards to help me slake this
poison lust.
voices spin & resonate inside
voices spin & resonate inside
esoteric memories
you are an eyesore here
grab the handle
twist the blade to break my will.
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