I promised God I’d worship the Devil
Sneer in my moments of rabble and revel
My clothes are a few shades darker than black
My scowl is my nice way of saying, “shut the fuck up”
I need a smoke. Give me a tailpipe to suck and inhale
Death. Death
My perfume leaks the stench of hot piss and
Death. Death
Flailing my bony limbs into the grips
Fall into their lips
Ass cracks and anthrax
Bathing in the mud
And caressed by blackened suds
High on the fumes of death incarnate
Glamour in the grit
And there are diamonds in the shit
Drunk off the nectar of death incarnate
No hope
The lesson I’ve learned at the end of my rope
Since the beginning of my life, all I have been thinking
Is the end
I feed off the carcass from leftover prey
Scavenging helps me from shrinking away
I fight off the flies from taking my food
The glorious living of cigarette homes
Breathe, breathe in the ash
Death. Death
My perfume leaks the stench of hot piss and
Death. Death
Flailing my bony limbs into the grips
Fall into their lips
Ass cracks and anthrax
Bathing in the mud
And caressed by blackened suds
High on the fumes of death incarnate
Glamour in the grit
And there are diamonds in the shit
Drunk off the nectar of death incarnate
No hope
The lesson I’ve learned at the end of my rope
Since the beginning of my life, all I have been thinking
Is the end
Death. Death
My perfume leaks the stench of hot piss and
Death. Death
Eroding at the edges lies the Specter of
Death. Death
Pouring from my mouth is the last of my breath
Death. Death
Bastards of the filth
We are saints of death