Ya’ll get off when I’m off like a bus at the stop

Turned on when knifes drawn cuz you’re drawn to the plot

You fucking masochists are Dracula for blood out the drop

It ain’t attractive when we’re dropping from a building to plop

Disfigurement gets your rocks off you’re no friend of mine

Don’t got the stones to understand being stoned by your mind

You get stoned at beach houses with the tides by your side

And every time I write a song it makes you feel more alive


You dream of cutting contusions as some artistic new movement

And that the crimson’s portrayal is just the pallet for human’s

Sleeping beauty’s need cupid, a nercophiliac stupid

None the wiser your targets await pollution as noodles

Producing the thief

Stalking the scene

Red sea coral reefs

Syringe that pain the serene

Always packaging meat

Stroke the shaft in the sheets

Crave the stroke of the elderly and the minds of the weak


You’re more sick than I am I can promise you that

A bird beaked walking plague finding joy in it’s craft

Ineffectual hazmats at the end of their act

All play jacking off makes you worthless in fact

I think you need castration without any anesthesia

All you bottom feeders thinking that it’s cool to be anemic

Getting wet and oozing semen from someone fighting their demons

Another reason to desensitize this climate of heathens


You dream of cutting contusions as some artistic new movement

And that the crimson’s portrayal is just the pallet for human’s

Sleeping beauty’s need cupid, a nercophiliac stupid

None the wiser your targets await pollution as noodles

Producing the thief

Stalking the scene

Red sea coral reefs

Syringe that pain the serene

Always packaging meat

Stroke the shaft in the sheets

Crave the stroke of the elderly and the minds of the weak