change doesn't come easy for the lazy and sleazy
shots from a tower the song of the hour
I have personal hatred for the selfish and jaded
how could this blade taste a part of your shadow?
down and out
I cant feel my temples this throbbing entangles
she begs at my ankles at feeds on my bowels
I cant take this pressure, this timeless adventure
something keeps tickling
I cant fucking think!
400 miles from home
I wanna be alone